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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Moms wondering when her son will come home She don’t realize he now belong to the road Chose his own destiny, a hustler’s life Married the game, she’s a demanding young wife He’s lost sight Throat tight No longer can tell what’s wrong from what’s right Heart now froze No one allowed close He shows no signs of remorse On the outside, he’s young but inside he’s grown old His soul has gone cold Just like his daddy before him Every night spent crack scorin For the junkies out whorin Sirens goin neighbours phonin Outside rain and thunder stormin Pitbulls will tear you up in a moment Feds knocking at the door and Heart racing paper chasing Banana backwoods in rotation Using his pain as motivation To reach the desired destination This heavenly location Of the highest mental elevation Knows all he’s got in this world is himself You’ll never catch him even asking for help The dreams he once made now sit stored on a shelf Ducking the doctors cuz he’s neglected his health His obssession with wealth Is the only love he’s felt He’ll sleep once he’s dead Justifies it in his head Speaking of sleep, when’s the last time he had his own bed? Or the lights behind him weren’t flashing blue, white, and red? All he feels is dread, belly stays underfed This lonely life he’s chosen to tread The persistent intention of securing his bread The predictability of it all poses a threat He’s got himself now ball and chained to a debt Daily gambles on his freedom so he drinks to forget All night praying for peace to be sent Maybe if God showed Himself he’d repent How many hours have really been spent, Replaying his choices, to catch the exact moment, Where it all went to Hell. The Devil disguises Himself so well Remember that Satan is just an angel that fell His mind become a max security cell A prisoner a slave, no time to rebel Before he can even catch a moment for himself Fiends are ringing his line, time to hustle and sell So it’s back on the shelf for you, My Dreams Maybe I can visit you one more time before I leave No it’s too late, he’s already behind His boys always shaming him and knocking his grind “Why you wasting time sleeping?” “You’re still not on roads?” “If you were really that hungry, you’d have been trapping all weekend” No time for emotion so he quick mixes his favorite potion Sucks it back with sweet devotion Okay, maybe just one more portion “Time to go thru the motions” Poker face to mask it all. A hustlers life of extortion.
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