The world so cold
and i know
ive been lower than low
with no where to go
nowhere to sleep
i had to sleep in the street
but God always protected me
i kept him by my side
the whole time
he was always down to ride
he never let me slide
i owe it all to him
where should i begin
its only he
can i thank for my family
and alowing me
to be me
some say they are your friend
the whole time plotting on your end
but i see through your fake pretend
as soon as i get a whiff
like mist to me u dont exist
smile in your face
wana take your place
they want to use you
they will abuse you
verbally, mentally and phisically
untill finally
im not there no more
and for sure
you will see in the end
you'll miss me as a friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem