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Our environment creates the choices we make

Alienated, hated and family related

If it’s in us we made it or did we

Do we have a choice in the subjected matter?

I came into the world kicking and screaming

To find that my mother was battered

He was high and she was loaded that was the matter

The poison was too strong to sugar coat it

If it wasn’t nailed down he stole it

If it happened I wrote it

Reach in and pull me out

I’m in too deep

After the night fell on me

Like a black satin sheet covering the sky

I chose better but couldn’t change the weather

In seasons to come times did get better

Statistically zoned to be state owned

Locked in a caged community

Enraged my psychic abilities

Mentally typecasting me

Consistently sticking labels on me

Ager is the elixir poured into me

The viscous cycle put into motion

Like a funnel cloud hovering over an ocean

The dark part of my life

From it I created a new life

Prototyped on black in white