Loney Streets
Growing up nobody helped me succeed
it's rough lonely when you cuffed to the streets
nothing is sweet I need a blessing for me.
I'm still sane from the stuff that I've seen
lucky I was a strong youngen blessed with a gift.
No big brother but a small one
I'm God's son look what them Mosque halls done
now I have lessons to give.
Forget friends up in school they status
had two faces plus I noticed attitudes was malice.
Who's parents
had a bruised marriage
confused few balance they views
the ruler damaged a jewel.
Banished my pen for year and walk the blocks and thought,
of that Diamond in the sky I'm like I cannot stop.
Heart holds dreams and goals
it's not hard
I have to try alot of rhymes dissposed.
Intertwine with the beat so my mind can mold
it's just a message for the blinded souls
up in these lonely streets.
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