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Something ive grown to take into consideration

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The truest thing about ppl on this earth is ppl blame there past and use it for excuses for the future u can always make something negative into something positive but your mindset is set to either be able to be open or to be closed

Choosing to be negative instead of positive is not wrong, but always remember that you will perform way better when you have a positive attitude. :)

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We

We living in a world that i call the land surrounded by creatures that we call are friends We surrounded  by grass but i call it sand quick to sink to the bottom thats what we call quick sand This here living is called living on earth no warm introduction just 2 parents to give u birth Snakes in the grass they'll swallow you alive thats what i call love on a scoreboard when u down by five

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There's beauty in the struggle

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"What u live for is what u die for"

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A southern northern point of view

Someone you gotta know you gotta show a different presence through the essence of a lifetime turnt to crime to the heart pieces of a heart fell apart through the investment no love but rare suggestions of what could be distance can make a break a bond so sincerely its not clear to me but very clearly how sincerity can beg a fugitive who lives inside of a silent soul its like Christmas trees in a broken home Bare footed the ground is  cold in black n white my writers goals on the stove hot and boiled like a kid rotten and spoiled The sky is high enough to glance at it put yo hand up to touch wit yo feet still planted With the book of jesus on your favorite seat the souls would read it And never speak your inner demons always come alive when your alone and scared to die these inner demons have inner thoughts no regular person would understand it all the anguish different meanings of love it can be dangerous Concentration And deeper goals Closed mined people i call my foes Open minded people i call my woes Poetry stuck to you like glue you cant remove My presence stuck to you my presence is something you cant loose So abusive to find some clues Like a forest without any rain Like a heart without any pain Dont strain yo heart to love someone that doesn't want it or Dont want change You gotta love the world with all its disappointments You never get a call or text from a friend unless they using you for benefits they feel is important like sorting information and collecting trash Cant knock the hustle cuzz if you do you cannot make it past..... the age of 10 cuzz your exposed Like running through your neighborhood with no clothes No streets smarts so you eat sweet tarts you think the streets is sweet and you can be a regular person for free if you dont fit the bill in this day an age you bond to kill or be killed In this reckless city for free  Yo hands up and you man up a black man stands up a white man stands gun pointed the black man takes a bullet for his country and the world dont see the brutality in nothing We fighting a war getting shot in a store no glory no story a man can hit the mother of there child and there proud of that untill another man stands now he aint fighting back Dudes love a dumb girl who gives it up no second guesses But black women who scream loud and proud r never approached Get passed in the streets everyday ignored in every way when you controlled by the system it works against u in every way Like drake said the good ones always go away and go to waist U gotta wait for love it may be at a different pace We waist deep My mother always been mistreated mislead and toke advantage of my dad did drugs they raised a person like me wow im surprised my mother dealt with the lies N cried every night she a strong women with nothing to hide With nothing left to find She found peace When family was doing her wrong and would speak her name in disgrace she did better then all 3 of her sisters they either on welfare or section 8 my moms got tired A person Can only take so much in a city where theres no loyalty no dignity no pride if i die i know nobody will remember me Tears fall from the sky gods crying Look at all his children Dying baby's dying mothers crying another one down i wonder what life would be if humans wasn't around Grab the broom i call it the sweeper this verse is lethal sweep my mistakes under the rug and collect the deficit No preferences aloud people ask me hows your life i say look at my references To represent the struggle of mines with a heart thats to hard to find Like art thats to hard to draw Lets getta jump start toe to toe Face to face My best friend my ace In my bedroom Wonders of a 16 yr old j cole takes place Momentarily the pen marries me and carries me to a dimension where a blessing is a curse lesson in disguise while i write some  rhythmic lines Someone you gotta know you gotta show a different presence through the essence of a lifetime turnt to crime to the heart pieces of a heart fell apart through the investment no love but rare suggestions of what could be Or never will be we sleep on grass even tho we on a bed we living life even if we half past dead We shooting in the dark even tho theres light at the end of tunnel Love in the world is beauty in the beast just dont fumble Through the struggle Your probably thinking why i couldn't condense this poem but you can only enlarge potential so i had  to show em Tennessee to ohio in back to Tennessee in the country it's harder for potential to surpass if i make it the the top im screaming freedom at last Cuzz its no freedom in this country an everybody running from people or something  and trying to escape the reality we live in we all blessed with a curse and thats the thing I'd like to call living driven by drugs in money this the world are kids gotta spin in Depressed in stressed about my future got my head spinning Im aiming in different directions gotta few suggestions needed more then some seconds in still considered a failure who stay off track like when i was young wanted to be a doctor in then i turned to rap then instrumentals Im still a instrumentalist with the verses i kick with the poems i spit say some things you cannot forget something similar to a vocalist Im different im a seed of the south n a tree from the north in i dont need that many people to show me support its been times where mom's didnt have a  stack for us to eat or a rack to pay the bills while my daddy was on crack with them folks from up the hill me in moms was down the hill going through it starving in the dark in ran out of candles cuzz money was something we had no hand over Eating can goods And left overs Pops would buy just enough so we could make it for 2 days and then when friday hit he'll be gone for 2 to 4 days A southern northern point of view about the things that i been through Through the investment no love but rare suggestions of what could be