Easy To Remember

I am lifted off my life, Carrying no breaks leaving all things behind. The pounding fist of my heart, seeks somewhere to be spread apart, I am filled with Thrill marking down the happy days on the chart. But I am feeling the past becoming present, my life of being around with no justice. I clamp my fist in my mind, beating down the inner bind, Corruption eating time, sagging war between guns & knifes. My face is pale & abandon to sale, my body aching reaching for help. The side walk, of a pimp talk, is a miserable law written in chalk. What's the meaning of a gangsta poem, sitting down & writing this in home. I'm characterized, in a world matching accountabilities is Homicide, Just look deep inside.