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I I write because I’m aware of the fact 
I’m losing time
I’m Struggling to gain insight 
In a world that’s blind
Outlining the blueprint 
that’s stuck in my mind
Acting with a reason
And intention to rhyme
An intention to shine
Becoming a light so bright 
In the crystal of my mind
I can be seen by the blind
Time after time 
I put my heart and these words
On the line

Until the plan falls into alignment 
I’m shooting for the sun moon and stars
I’m writing these bars
Because I’ve come from so far
It’s not where you go that defines you
But when you make a stand 
Right where you are
That’s Who you are

I’ve seen the face of death
In my buddies bloodshot eyes
Pumping on his chest 
Praying to God he revives
I’ve felt the remorse of the one 
That’s still left alive 
Surviving doesn’t feel like much
Knowing we all die

There’s been many times
I’ve heard a man crying for God
I’ve joined the ranks too many times
I acknowledge I’m flawed
I acknowledge I stumble 
I stand corrected and humble
An outcast flung off from a life
I watched crumble

I stood on the edge of the end
Prepared for the worst 
Staring into the depth of myself
To confront this curse
That afflicts my life 
I dance on the edge of a knife
Every days a battle
Just to stay in the Light

But I heard em say
Tomorrow’s not promised today
But we still find a way
To either walk forward or away
So keep on walking 
day after day
Even if it feels like
you’ve lost your way

I know I have faith
Because it keeps getting tried
Every hour of every day
There’s parts of me I deny
I feel like I’m surrounded
By people that just don’t care
Antagonistic to the extreme
So I prepare for warfare

But I keep on trying to be 
the best that I can
Evolving myself 
from the shell of a man
Into A shining Light 
Into A beacon for others
How can a man with no damn Fam 
Be blessed with so many brothers

As a child I grew up rough
That’s why I grew up tough 
Don’t play games with a man
Real enough to call your bluff
Don’t be stepping on toes 
Of those you never know
Regardless though 

I still stay with a flow

 I’m consistently consistent 
When I’m writing this prose
I’ve never lived in Harlem
But I grew like that rose
From the concrete streets
Where I faced down defeat 
Finding the strength to go on living
And the pieces to be complete
You can find me 
still on my feet
Heartbeat drumming
As I spill ink on this sheet
I can rest when I’m dead
Finally laid down in peace

I grew from a place of deep pain
That left me altered and changed
Post traumatic
Became a part of my name
But blessed is the change
That fans into flames
The old life behind me
And the new one I’ve gained.
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