Struggle To the Top
What do people see
When they look at me
do they see hardness
Do they see a burning mess
I have survived many attacks from all
Its hard not to drop the ball
It would be no surprise if they saw a nothing
Its not something i aint used to hearing
Some call me a soldier to my hood
Many more call me a menace to the good
I aint gonna lie about the things I have done
I will always remember the things till i am gone
I will make it to the top no matter what you say
I will find my own way
i can write
I can fight
I can dance
I make straight A's
One way or another I am outta here
I dont know where
But I am gone from these streets
You will be the one filling my seats
Waiting to hear my stuff, my art
You wont even remember the bad part
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