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How I started as a ***** boy To become a street ******* bohemian Because my pain is effected like a widower cries out in hope. I struggle within my tracks to be king of hope, Money and fame keeps me off the mind of a widower How I started as a ***** boy Working not against the cries to be known as Optical mind is not stupid to be understood how everyone treat me like a nobody seeks help from an unknown shadow. they classified me as one of their beggars. When money wasnt my target . How I started as a ***** boy They sees me as a man inside a female profile Fills with grey hairs inside my pocket And only my hand could pick them out, As I walk helping life I just felt like Am dead Im dead and no ones could feel me , The last rain drop could not really define my life on a lion bearing That ,the definition of my square multiplication , I hate it And new ,I could be proud that I fellow these people , As I wake up , I deserved How my life has been without a way out I deserve to be dead, Dead as I am still dead Grey hair faded away without my knowledge of my struggle I’ m dead.
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Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
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How I started as a ***** boy To become a street ******* bohemian Because my pain is effected like a widower cries out in hope. I struggle within my tracks to be king of hope, Money and fame keeps me off the mind of a widower How I started as a ***** boy Working not against the cries to be known as Optical mind is not stupid to be understood how everyone treat me like a nobody seeks help from an unknown shadow. they classified me as one of their beggars. When money wasnt my target . How I started as a ***** boy They sees me as a man inside a female profile Fills with grey hairs inside my pocket And only my hand could pick them out, As I walk helping life I just felt like Am dead Im dead and no ones could feel me , The last rain drop could not really define my life on a lion bearing That ,the definition of my square multiplication , I hate it And new ,I could be proud that I fellow these people , As I wake up , I deserved How my life has been without a way out I deserve to be dead, Dead as I am still dead Grey hair faded away without my knowledge of my struggle I’ m dead.
Passion,hope , insure vision
#life
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28/M/Lagos
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
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