My Life

Who am I, I seem to wonder as my thoughts hide in the back of my head, it's like my mind playing it with the truth, "I said to myself as my life is ripped to shreds", I no longer hear my momma's voice, the lovely sound my heart rejoiced, I ask why; my words disappears slowly as I felt low on air, I try to breathe with no more tears to cry, My grandma told me to hold on like I'm hanging from a cliff, I tried to drive being under my father, but for every struggle its a drift, I stand stiff, the ones that loved me gave me a lift, my step mother truly had me hating my life, my brother rubbed gangsta ways off on me; now my thoughts are colder than ice, for every sin it's a price, Treating strangers like brothers, showing respect to elderly women as if they were my mothers, "who me, the person who wouldn't ever hate on another man"! I blow around in the streets; like a leaf in the wind, living as a sin, hustling, being on the corner more than a stop sign, hoping life would stop lying, blind with no eyes for an education; while knowing I'm more intelligent than some of the ones who wanted it the most, I try to coach others about life games putting everything on it, In my shoes is not where you want to be, to be, or not to be, those that heard my life stories ears bled, but don't feel sorry for me!