Who could pretend to be
A person raised in the gutter
Raised by a single Mother,
Matter fact, Her Mother.
No brother, just to make it
I had to take it to the streets,
My Freedom running out of patience
How much time can I eat?
I'm Deciding,
But please know that I'm Trying
To the day I leave my feet,
I'm not a coward because I Pray.
These people in these streets
Always trying to shake My belief.
But I'm a man now
Crack house sleeping
I'm with the Criminals,
The judge thinking maximum,
But I'm praying for the minimum.
Jail is where they sending Him
Yes
They putting me on punishment
I'm a grown man, Sh*t
How corrupt is their judgment?
My future is irrelevant to those who don't love me,
They look in My face
They see so much Hate
They wont help Me.
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