Gone for years to a different states ago the way across the world
Things are not the same at this different place
Your actions are at a caution because of your new surroundings
If you stay what are you going to do no experience in anything work ethnic
Raised in the streets selling for and dope and other narcotics
Look up to those in the same establishment commence to the only thing he knows
It's more comfortable to him and the questions stop
And the money starts coming in the women giving there attention
He wanted something more, something else, something different

Basically **** gets old
You get tired of taking chances
Your tired of giving chances
Then it all boils down to you just have to let people go.
To regards with bind adoration.

Night lingers with constant ravaging through the kitchen and impatiently flickering channels because of commercials
In spite of the fatigue feelings mixed with the funny noises coming from hunger pains
I am not In a bad mood cause I am broke, in distraught or because I can only afford rent due to my minimum wage job washing dishes stationed in a one room shack apartment
Stuck in the house need to get out more wanting issues without discussions fascinated by what I can't have enclosing my day with a infested bus ride back to my urban sectional neighborhood  what am accustomed to living a lifestyle fighting more than rats and roaches
Survival is the most important part of the breakfast next to acknowledgement that nothing can become something cherishing food and shelter because walking on the streets and pockets on empty force decision to do hand-to-hand work predicaments leaves you in a state of unravelling thinking of your next move or not thinking
Questioning the obvious Wishing though there is nothing wrong with wanting
A Christian, but broke, and a 5th of gin will make a Man sin
Becoming a product of my environment leaving it to be a statistic in this society as a black man in poverty

In the process of wanting
Lead to only be distracted by this slim built feminist queen
Introduce with names and good cohesion
Common things you see though expectations are high guaranteed are sure
Don't intrigued by the current situation on things you misconceived
I know I am a man the virtue of a woman should not be overwhelming
Fantasy designer clothing covers up insecurities
Lacking the common sense we need to contribute to our own we are giving the wrong ideal even when it's plain to see
We complain, we protest, we lust, all in all we don't do anything to accomplish
Digging holes to be filled up with water to drown ourselves not being allowed to achieve something with means because the credentials aren't strong enough is denial

You are something inscribed.
A historical,religious, a impale deep cut, impressed, scribble, or written on stone, brick, metal, or other type of hard suet.
A brief, usually informal dedication, as of a book or a break at work lunch.
Something of the past, a mere thought, notes to study, a broke person with cash, a wall of straw, a ?#&! Buddy!

You are like Water on Earth moving continuously through the water cycle of evaporation and transpiration (evapotranspiration), condensation, precipitation, and then run off, usually reaching the sea to my heart. Evaporation from one and transpiration to another contribute to the precipitation over land(my life). Like Water you are used in the production of a good or service is known as the virtual you.

Safely drinking you is essential to me and other lifeforms even though it provides no calories or organic nutrients. Access to safe drinking you has improved over the last years in almost every part of my world, even though approximately one billion people still lack access to you and over 2.5 billion have access to adequate sanitation.

This day is recognized and celebration in many regions around the world, although it is not a public holiday in any country.

Poems I withhold are the various Valentines that were connected to February 14,  which indicated us imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers to be forbidden to marry and for ministering to Christians, who were persecuted under the Roman Empire. Life is According as our imprisonment, Valentine heals the daughter of his jailer,  and before my execution, I write to you this letter signed "Your Valentine" as a farewell.

You said you'd never ever break... down
But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, ever play... to down
But I've heard you running game to them now
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm
Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone...
I'm fragile I never thought would of been so fragile.