"2 this day, I'm still a man looking for that peace in this life and the next. Seems like I'm constantly on the move, smoking blunts just to stay on my feet, when all I wanna do is write rhymes, and live comfortably with a couple of millions. 2 this day, I wish that my poetry be my voice through these times of crazy ramblings of blowing my brains out, to silence the madness in the world, but don't wanna leave until what I was born to do is revealed. Still a black sheep to the normal, females not willing to let me release my love, and hatas from all forms still got red dots, ready to take me out, but I'm still a survivor holding my own day yo day. 2 this day, I'm still a man at God's feet hoping that my good outweighs my bad, cause in my mind I can do no wrong, but only time will tell if I reach the distance of the sun and moon, or the fiery pits. We'll see."
©gazeldeas
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