Past

 

This a story of my past I could reminisce on that

My path was stack with million dollar on my back

 

My journey was to be the best and forget about my enemies

 

My enemies trying to drain my future from me

 

Try to attack me with every shot that they have

 

But I learn from my mistakes to never gave up and keep looking up, moving up

 

My story didn’t fully made me

 

My dream isn’t the way the devil wanted to be

 

Summer days and summer times couldn’t mix this rhyme

 

I am god son, no way I could run from this gun sound

 

My town wanted me gone and dead

 

The feds didn’t have facts to reverse me back

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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