A broken heart can feel like suicide,

like your spirit left your body for a vacation,

like sleeping on broken glasses of wine.

I have no sympathy for a living soul,

Screaming trust no one as if I’m 2pac but how can you live life not having trust into anything?

How can you carry yourself alone?

I know god didn’t create me to be this way but this is what his children did to me.

their was no love in all the pain I been through,

There was no heart or sympathy from all the people who stabbed me in my back,

for all the people who touched my pure soul and made it feel disgusting,

making me feel naked every where I go,

no one heard my silent screams for help,

my lungs were so bruised from no one listening.

I was only three when my story started. 

They called me kid from the Hard Knocks cause I had more heart than these hustlers on the street,

The streets was my home,

old timers were my role models until I heard a magnificent fellow(2Pac Shakur) say

“ I remember crying all time, my major thing growing up was I couldn’t fit in because I was from everywhere, I didn’t have no buddies that I grew up with, every time I had to go to a new apartment I had to reinvent myself, people think just because you born in the ghetto you got to fit in, a little twist in your life and you don’t fit in no matter what, if they push you out the hood and the white people world, that’s criminal… hell I felt like my could be destroyed at any moment… ”

Every word felt like a prayer,

feeling so relived cause I thought I was the only one breaking after all I had a partner all along,

they say be careful what seed you plant in your spirit,

every seed ain’t a rose,

every human ain’t trustworthy,

Shaking the devils hand might be tempting,

but is losing your soul worth a few dollars?

is burning in gasoline worth a living?

God listens to all people even the ones who don't believe cause eventually when you fall,

you'll be calling him,

don't we all?