At thirty three I’m fuxxin broke

A beautiful daughter is my only hope

In constant hell, at each try it seems I fail

All I got is a wealth of knowledge

Still trying to finish my degree in college

My only debt is my car and school

And to me those are just tools

Used to entrap me in a slave society

But I was engrained with propriety

No one ever gave me anything

So its a struggle to attain everything

Back against the fall as I stumble

Your preacher says God wants me humble

But my God says scream my name from the mountain tops

Go where man says stop

Keep you cool when you ought to be hot

When man says miss you hit the shot

I’m givin till I drop because I’ve taken too much

I’ve never given thanks to luck

Just God and Bless up

Do you hear my prayer

No, so I’m a keep reaching till I got all your hands in the air

Without a gun.




A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.


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