My lines are like a map or rap schematics
solving my lifes issues is in synthetics not genetics
Meet my family and see why my blood is so thin
I fight my demons to hold my own, not to win
My past, my life and my dreams all full of sin
The disposition of my heart left my heart in the bin
Butchered and crushed like a joint of meat
So much love left to give from my head to my feet
Mis lead and led straight into deceat
Hurt and torn apart until i'm broke at the knees
I still stand tall like a solider on tour
Want to know me? You don't want to know any more..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it has a brilliant flow to it, like it's writer