Bastard Son
Bastard son, raised by the streets
with Thugs, Drugs and Guns
Writing Poetry to paint a picture of my life
So i can show you what i've been thru
Violence, Corruption, Death
I've seen it all with my two eyes
Some how, Some way I managed to stay Alive
Is hard for me to tell you what's wrong or right
Because i was raised wrong
I didn't had parents at home
Had to figure it out how to be a man on my Own
This poem is about:
Me
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