Today I woke same predictment,
Feeling alienated and suspected.
It's another day in the life of a hood ventriloquist,
Struggles become smothering, and obstacles seems to be addictive.
I've walked so long to this gut wreching beat,
Bruising my elbows on razored gnawing pleats,
While suffering conversity with self in flicked murderous cleats.
Will it ever end? Will someone ever win?
The starting line is the end,
And the end is where it really begin.
Surviving looks to be impossbile,
It's going to take a real my to overcome life's obstacle.
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