living in hell a place of pain and turmoil i rebel waking to terror they don't look at what you do good but only errors, don't want to be another useless person out hear trying to excel but being judge by what they see on the outside and not what's in the person. people wishing death up on one saying farewell one more dead for this young black male see all the people i look up to now in jail this is hell i need to prevail runing from what? i need to exhale. born with soul for sale for material wishes.look outside i heard the scream from the halls of a murder scenes by all i new this was a routines living in this world i need to get out of this living and start giving lving in hell
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