Lil piece of my mind..... some thing I wrote....

Comin up in the city, livin like the mob..
Money over *******, and screaming fuckk a job...

On the daily hustl'n to eat hustl'n to sleep..
HUSTLE HUSTLE HUSTLE!?!
Wat you sew is what you reep..?..

Always on a come up, then smack into the wall.
Like god playin tricks, and likes it when I fall...

So lost in this world you'd need a search party to find me.
Even then you'd need the hand of god, the blood of christ and your first born to bind me..

I've lived and learned,
I've been beat, jumped, arrested and physically burned...

I've been cut, kicked, and thrown to the floor.
Yelling this can't be it for me...there has to be more....

With death, drugs and jail taking my family and friends...
I'm standing here all alone saying **** it, till the world ends......

The rage in my chest is constantly building,
the monster inside me wants to shoot thru the ceiling........

My world is spinning I wanna let go.....
My life is a movie, And I'm in the back row...

Its going by so fast -OUT OF CONTROL-
I gotta grab hold -FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL-

Taught by my mom to always be strong..
With the fear of failure in my head all day long....

Some days I feel like I'm drowning in a sea with no water...
I WILL MAKE IT I WILL SURVIVE, if not for me.
!! FOR MY SONS AND MY DAUGHTER..!!!

(rough draft :>)
Mirror mirror on the wall im on the floor who can I call?

My bridges he burned my ties he severed,

waited on blessing that where never delivered.

The water is red !?! The water is cold!?!

The blood running from my head is dried and old.

Youd think I would learn from past mistakes,

I thought id make it work I did whatever it takes.

I was young, dumb, nieve and full of life

ten years later im heartless and numb to my struggle to my strife.

I walk thru this world alone, broken and bruised

from a life time of being used and abused.

For our future children and next generation I pray for you

                            Please do as I say and not as I do..

Im sitting here looking through memories that are now just old pictures in a box.

Faces of people that have ment so much just tossed in here  like a old tattered sock.

Is this what we are or what we will become!?!

No story behind it, not who they were or where they were from.

Not if the person was a great mother, great brother, great husband or wife,

No mention of how they kept smiling through this thing called life.

These people made my life great and I loved them with all my heart,

and once the thought of loosing them made me want to fall apart.

But now with memories fading year by year by year

Loosing people isnt  my only biggest fear!

Its being a old fragile image shoved in this box

Just tossed and forgotten like that one lonley tattered sock.


POINT OF THE STORY >>> be memorable be great