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Lord Knows

Under stress my life is a mess with so much pressure in this life of mines I started to smoke just to release the stress and the anger that I had built inside of me Trying to make a living by walking through these cold blooded streets begging niggas just to eat My parents never gave a **** about me kicked me out the house telling me that I was up to no good Now what do I do a young black male stuck on the streets And Lord knows that I be trying to live right follow his way and stay right But this world is full of evil People will make you do the wrong thing I feel like it's me against the world everybody hates me even at my school people are judging me Calling me a thug telling the kids to stay away from me because I'm dangerous and a cold hearted killer But how can they say that about me when they don't even know me They don't know the *****I put up with every day from running from the cops getting shot at not having a home to go to And the Lord knows what I'm going through so I hope he bless me one day to make millions so I can help the poor If only they understood my life story then probably they won't judge me But instead help me or encourage me to keep my head up But I guess people don't care about niggas like me because we are a problem in their communities But maybe they will understand one day that I'm one of them Lord knows who I am So if everybody hates me at least I know that the Lord loves me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/19/2012 9:27:00 AM
Powerfully wiritten. Your not alone, been homeless before too. I can relate and I feel for your pain and cynicism. Good luck in life and hold your head high. I love reading your poetry, so keep writting it helps.
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