One person who can run so fast through your mind,

One of a kind, divine, to combine, two straight lines,

It's okay, it's fine, but I’m dying, what happen to lying,

Hiding the emotion and tears all because you ran,

You're a thug, a gangster, a player, but I hope you realize none of those are a man,

Friends,loves, deaths, abuse, we all go through it so what?

No,A knife to the gut, a glass to your head, that is not what's up,

Let us be real, a man should be thinking about his future,

To mature- no losers, miss-users- no need for a suture,

A wallet in his back pocket, A shirt with a tie, dress shoes,

Depths-and circumstances, thinking about what you should do?

I like the blue- stands for we are strong,

I like the reds too- stands for all the bloodshed,

I even like the white outlined- stands for peace within the nation,

Separated-segregated- never out-dated- false fallacies- everything is over rated,

No none of this, I like them together, easy flow, feather, better, here's my confessionletter.

I've never been locked up, does that mean I don’t live life- no..Wait, that's notenough,

I've never been in ISS, because I've always tried to live at my best,

Never been arrested or suspended- incarcerated, my heart has never faded,

Does all this mean I don't shake life- I'm shiest- I don't make money by rollingdice,

I've helped people, gave them advice, But how do you get tired of being nice,

Here's a notation- why can’t you live a duration of school for graduation,

Because a lot of you aren't going to make it according to my estimation,

But you think what you're doing now is a firm foundation?

How many people do you know doing the same thing and got themselves killed,

Because of the weed, coke, popin' pills- but you still don't understand

What it means when someone is killed, "Yeah that Nigga just ain't real",

Yet you pick-pocket-have blood spilled- Some of us Talk about God,

Smal lies- and you steal, Little crimes-small time, jail-the pin-a whole you livein- bars? but big sins,

Try to have conversations with Jesus- But you showed you didn’t care- abomination aslap in the face-
"Jesus aint real he was never there for me"-mmmmsounds unfair.

Glocs,9's, tecs- tired of sweatin' the stress- tired of caring boulders like theAztecs,

But who are the real ones out there building pyramids like the Mayans,

A lot of you are growing horns and tails and burn like fire and,

Have any of you ever sprouted wings and actually started flying and,

You either succeed or fail, choose between heaven or Hell,
Freedoms bells or locked up behind jail cells.