Alone
Help me understand all of these convictions,
Ever since I was little all I knew was no food on the table and letters of eviction, I knew no fancy things and hopes and dreams on the television,
I grew up not knowing who to go to express my silly visions,
Don't try to judge if you've never lived a day in all of my afflictions, try to walk a mile in my worn out shoes living in a world of contradictions,
But this is my prediction, the world is a violator of my mental temple trying to fill me up with one too many addictions,
I'm a survivor of the times, I'm against slavery from the depths of racism and ill minded bigotry,
The way I was brought alienated me from all that was good and shoved me to the domain of crazy evil, if I could rewind the clicks of the clock I wouldn't be sitting here today with my mouth taped feeling less of a man.
Copyright © Erwing Centeno | Year Posted 2017
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