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I used to believe that death maybe easier, 
my only escape. 
The only way out of everything I hate. 
But suicide is not my fate. 
So I looked at what I came from: 
A family broke of money, broke of love, 
broke from any belief that someones up above. 
Listening to our prayers. 
Tired of being stuck with these feelings, 
I express myself through this pen. 
Over again and again, 
I bleed out all my sin. 
My scream is silent but then again, 
that was taken from me long ago. 
Now I write out loud. 
The only way I cans stand out of the crowd. 
For me. 
I hope my mothers proud, hope she sees. 
When I was down on the ground, beat. 
The only thing I found was the need for a sound, a voice. 
But there was silence. 
Hopeless, I made a choice 
That led me into violence. 
So I took the ground 
because there's no one there to catch you when your falling. 
No one there to listen when your calling. 
Remanicing on that night I was out walking, 
best friend at my side just talking. 
Not knowing about the people behind us stalking. 
I watched as his life flashed in front of his eyes. 
In the wrong place at the wrong time. 
I thank God for allowing him to survive. 
Now I say NO when the homies want to ride. 
See, your life is built from your past tense. 
It's how you deal with your past that gives your future sense. 
Hence: 
Past tense and future sense.

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