Where I Stood

Immeasurable is the growth possible in being understood An acorn takes decades to produce usable hardwood A pupil of hard lessons am I, just as anyone else should Professors in my life range from classroom to hood Each of them instrumental in looking past evil for good But none have ever fully grasped, what I've withstood I'm human, I make mistakes just as anyone else would I'd take them all back along with others' pain if I could When axes swing, integrity will be left where I stood