Struggle To the Top
his heart is poetic
yet he regrets it
for respect he sticks his neck out its life and death kid
he give's words depth and yet his soul hasn't left
running out of breath
feels like hes been punched in the chest
he knows he's cursed but he knows hes blessed
misery and obsession lead him to success of his first lesson
always keep the opposition double guessing
and if he could make a suggestion
Dont come to close he fires like a smith a wesson
but dont be scared hes just hurt from the last person he let in
Copyright © Riely Dionne | Year Posted 2012
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