Not Done Yet Poem

Yeah I know Im twenty-eight years old You see my youth shinning And yet Im still young living bold My words of written keep on fighting I still have a poetic story yet to be told My words are trapped in the dark, they need lighting My story is possible for it to seven-fold My story is coming out into the open and finally out of hiding Yeah it just might get bigger than ever and ****ing blow My story is walking and yet it going to be cruising and riding yeah my story worth copper yet it going to be gold Soon after it is going to be rare for one of my words to get a simple sighting I know Im so in that my poetry will be OUT SOLD yeah I go backward before forward when I stop I don't go I like telling the *****before the se7en king show Im ready for these ****ing cameras to unroll yeah Im going down dirt paths where I leave behind paved roads I know I what I got so you see it in my rez life 7 clothes