street made mentality,projects full of casualties
ain't proud of what i had to see
but some how it made a man of me.
so i learned from what i saw.

many hypocritical,family and friends sometimes
seemed cynical
my hopes and dreams as a child was always ridiculed
so what i planned i would draw

all schematic ideas of goals and milestones
that i would unfold from thought would flow
from pen to paper fore told like the means to
my life in a sacred scroll
left myself in awe

but others would look upon me and say
those dreams are far beyond me no way
innocent souls are caught everyday
who are you to change the rules in the streets that we play
many have  tried and failed before

but ill maintain control ,my eyes on a goal
and if faith has its toll
let god guide my soul
for whatever life has in store.

en cryptic death type symbolized by trife life
all caught in the eyes and the mind painted
these murals of  fruits of life ripe but told
to eat and prosper you must take from another
to me was never right
i believed there had  to be more

though barricaded in poverty,
getting paid was barred from me
hunger pain as a child ,always was hard to see
my mom walking in late  through the door
so i could never ignore

the fact that life is a struggle,matters not
the moment at hand,its what we do that locks
the path we pave is made by us and not
our environment cause that can be changed on the spot
you must always want and strive for more