Reality of Blame
every time I wanna point the blame,
I remember it's my own fault for where I've came.
as a young child so intrigued with the game,
once I made that decision to follow my life has never been the same.
how I wish I could be that little girl over on Ostend street,
living with my grandparents with my whole life in front of me.
life as I once knew is gone, and it's all because I couldn't see
truly sucks when the time comes that one has to take responsiblity,
I was the one holding me back, my own worst enemy,
the destroyer of my own destiny,
I feel like i have been paying for so many years for childish stupidity,
juvinille immaturity
and like Acon said " I am always gonna be a victim of these streets" ,
but mainly just a victim of Me!
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