I Can'T Cry

Pestilence has brought me round the corner. I was mini close to doing what I didn't wanna. My foes ahead of me cos I was not a very good runner. Early in life I burnt better than a bunsen burner. I have a good persona, And it all depends on how you wanna view it, And if you abuse it like MJ be ready to beat it. I spents years of academy checking out the terrain. It was dirty to the point that I had The Stain. It was just so sad I felt like Abel's Cain. A vigilante I became like Bruce Wayne. Got into trouble like Lois Lane. I went with the wind I folled the wind vane. I can't cry I don't mean it in literally sense. What am saying is,I detest this sordid residence. I'm talking but no one seems to hearr me. I need a response the silence is really killing me. Hmmmmm........ Life expects me to capitulate. To patience I'll definitely wait. I ain't free cos I have shackles as a companion. I ain't me cos failure over has an opinion. I have cried and shed tears. But it all ends here cos right now I bear no more fears. Tomorrow might look bleak. But my faith will leak. Like Mayweather am a Champion. I'ii stomp and not stumble cos I have strenght like a stallion.