Struggles

Location

78240
United States
29° 31' 37.1172" N, 98° 36' 38.052" W

struggling with souls and flesh keep fuckin tussling ruckus creeps while my peers weep over dead meat someone call nine one one or the elite can't take pressure its gettin to me I am going bazurk shouldn't never left my Band dam I miss my sand
Don't want to join my distant family I'm in jail now that's not where I wanna be right now police knew I was causing a disturbance they gon shut ya boy down please momma don't wear a frown ur baby boy is feeled With full of joy ya sun will be around
When I get outta prison them punks gotta give me what's mine, my crown pistols don't scare me I'm the livin Apostle that's why fearitz fear holy c plus Me

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741