When you look at me what do you see?
A hood rat, a thug, a nothing and that what ill always be?
Did it ever occur to you that i just need a little direction?
But you keep it moving because i don't pass your visual inspection
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Very refreshing poem. Save yourself. Everybody else is too busy to bother. And, there are those willing to take you up blind alley creek. No witnessing will work. Seek knowledge about your predilection and you will find it.