Man... I'm so sick of this ****, taking like a politician, tryin ta act like a different person.
Even when im wrightin an gettin twisted.
Stayin up 3 days without sleepin even a second.
I feel like I abandoned my mission, of relatin to the worlds neglected children.
Started spitin **** that  made me sound like a *****.
but the truth is im still white, high, wearin black hoodies and  refusin to accept what I don't like.
Didint notice I was writtin any different I was just hella trippin on the white ****,
sittin up all night on hello poetry half dead, can't remember half of what I said. Just remember i wasn't making sense,
finly went to bed and im back again...

Finley Wearin all black again, bandana ironed in my back left again, but even on my brightest days i was born to sin.
So im still north side 14 only white boy allowed in. Pipe loaded with whatever for forever  someone better burry me with a peice in my pocket to chief on when they lower down my casket and lock it. Then pour little bit of 40 on top for the homie who never stopped kilin it.

I hold in my hand
The power of a thousand words

Sleeping days, Awaiting the flick of a page
To bleed life; beauty

The addict inside me
Aches for more

Of the only thing that will satisfy
me, a book

Finly my soul can breath a sigh
As I walk up my stairs, way up high

Patiently awaiting, my return
My books reach out

Invite me to
Forget all concern

I pop open a window
Prop up a chair

My nose inhales
the crisp country air

I don't have to worry
about my nails or my hair

When I live anothers life
Without a care

The road that every one takes is sections in there life. A mile stone is growing up an the up coming stopt sing is graduation day, ur parents so proud of you. As ur thinking to ur self finly done with school. But u did not realize that the intersection is tight an has oncoming cars an a finder binder. Life is not a walk in a park, its reality when u take ur turns more careful.  But the long road I'm on I hope to learn wisdom.