This city through all the lights and monotonous nights, over and over again. Recognizing the struggles of a broken people, trying to help as much as I can, but I just get pushed back but I come back stronger. I am just a man, but I can't abandon these people because I used to be one of them.  Never knowing which way I was going, just going with the flow, life was nothing special or simple, it was hard and painful. I used to imagine a great pain free life, but that was just dreams ; just some fantasy for the longest time in my mind. Till one day I got up and started walking a new direction, breaking stereotypes, breaking statistics, they said I would never become something, that I be in a gang and selling drugs. Living on the streets till one day I get shot or **** myself, but that's not who I am or who I want to be. Through the city I have seen and heard it all, I don't judge, because that would make me a hypocrite, and I am not their keeper.  I'm just real, I am being me, which took me a long time to do.