I shouldn't preach fo i lack the practice of it I din ever have a voice that you could listen to I'm sick the momment i express myself I'm lacking confidence in myself in too many ways I've become inarticulate when i do stand firmly Its a world that doesn't understand me and i ain't got the vocab To EXPLAIN I often wonder if its all in the brain I've got a disease called "FUCKED UP" Thats my dysfuction... thats me... Standing there choking the lump back down my throat Taking everything you say with a unherd protest Like what i wish to say just ain't worth the time Because my past is painted on my body No matter how good i try dress and clean cut my hair is Fresh shave, young man... You just see my paint... Its why i lash out and strike with a fist To me Thats well said To you It was expected After all You keep on keeping on
Reason for writing:
everyone is so judgemental... Like i'm just some fucking Thug... thouse days have been over for awhile now. but my anger is still the same and if you want to be up in my face about it, it comes out the same... yet i've made great progress in my life lately... I've put aside pride, I've put my babys life first... and i'm legiet more then ever, the only jail time i get is Breaches... Thats from not fallowing probation orders like talking to some Asshole P.O. Officer...
Birth sign: Aries
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