My family stepped back permanently at an early age
This life could've easily been measured with a guage
Wasting time committing crimes, hustling to get a dime
Before tragedy struck I was brought back by the rhyme
Filling page after page, praying for some better days
Thinking of ending this existence a number of ways
I never wanted to resort to empty chemical dependencies
But something was needed to cleanse these suicidal tendencies
Society stopped caring because it didn't want me there
Another throwaway forced to languish in halls of despair
Everyone turned their back, things seemed to be through
Days were spent contemplating what I could do
Years became cells filled with nothing but agony
Before it began this life was beginning to rag on me
Beats and rhymes were instruments leading to my resurrection
After awhile I started becoming another direct reflection
Don't call me an imitation, I'm merely music's creation
They made it much easier to resist that tempation
Now I'm grateful for every day of my existence
From people around me to my undying persistence
With everything that's gone on I should be gone
Someone still wants me around, I could be wrong
Don't judge me because of any spoken obscenities
That's just another element present of my identity
It's good that the record never started skipping
Or there'd be grim scene filled with my blood dripping
I tried ending this once but I refuse to try again
I've become stronger because of where I've been
Now my soul is filled with honor and bravery
I would change anything, this is what made me
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minnie_saffie: very powerful....:) on January 28, 2007 12:21 PM
jen06: wow!!! Thats really good, I liked it!! on April 22, 2006 10:30 PM
