They call me a risk taker, because I choose to elevate at a rapid rate, no matter what the stakes may be.
I try to move with swiftness, at times it seems effortless, even to me.
They call the place I live a jungle, so that makes me a contender to become KING.
Who am I? The face of struggle, the streets is where they breed the thoroughbreds like me.
I had to fight threw out my life.
Respect isn't given, its earned so I had to get mine.
A prison term is certain, its only matter of time.
My odds of success are a million to one, although I continue to try.
The odds of death before my time, are one in five.
I believe I can make it out the streets, with very little doubt in my mind.
Im not a stranger to a life of struggle, its success and wealth I'm trying to find.
conjones
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lashann roberts says: I love this! It has raw energy coursing through and you can feel the struggle of trying to find success and wealth!! |
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DallasCowgirl says: Love the realness in your pieces. |
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