I'm "going hard" no I'm not alone
Ain't found a place yet to call my home
I'm hungry call me an animal
Looking at humans like a cannibal but I ramble though
leave your thoughts jumbled in your cantaloupe
I've lost hope for the past because it our future
Living in a world among leeches and moochers we call them losers, dead beats and abusers
Funny how beggars can't be choosers
But I write to save the world you see
I may not seem phased   by all this gravity
So let me put this weight on you
What can a no name writer do
Write on brother and sisters
The pen is my weapon
Paper that ammunition
Make an impact on a million lives is the mission
So I take shots here and there daring and dizzy
Put my words on this paper could it be that easy?
Sticking to the grind till they miss me