It seems to take a long time to do whats right and to get right
everyday i wake up i steady fight
but even fighting doesnt seem to work no more
i steady hit my face flat on the floor
no new doors
just more folks to judge
dang i guess that i drop down to confess but sometimes that seems not to work
i turn to help or resourses and this is lifes courses
im being pushed for patience and it seems as if its running out of time
i know in the past what i did was a crime
but do i really deserve all of this
all this pain
and no real help is gained
damn its not like im trying to get famous
im just so impatient i guess
im down for change but change seems harder then just saying the words anymore...
im a soft core but yet a hard callouse to peel like a wound that has been punctured over an over again an the pain i just tend to get useto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem