My Epiphany
we heard a plethora of ghetto songs
every moral survival of the strong
these 27 long
confused years
I abused beers
and lost peers
shed tears
but persevered
to see the truth clear
it's time to delete all the foolishness from my program
and slow down
before a hot slug makes me go down
I did the stuff you doing
thought I was inhuman
and couldn't nobody stop me
until killers almost dropped me
God bless give praise
I wasn't sent to my grave
to rest
little cousin death
still on my chest
so at night tears shed I dread I sped through life
my inspiration for the future comes from much hindsight
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