19....

Grey skies filled with purple birds

for my eyes are colorblind regretting

to see the truth my heart dares not to beat

For my ghetto etiquette can only be viewed

by proper signs from police sirens,

as my skin and uneducated accent

will only provide me fame through

a bullet in either direction I stand

I'm Only 19....

With a heart given straight from the chest of the devil

watching my angels cry tears as a nile of river fills to quiches his thirst

For I ain't big on my beliefs but yet could never doubt a dream my hero believed in

For my hero birthed me from falls to my uprising moments on top of mountain surrounded by gold

Mystical words to form a song, so you can hear my rhythm behind these ghetto walls..that my hero hymns every night with you

I need you now, my knees are broken for when I kneel you never come..

why am I thinking this way..Lord forgive me

I'm Only 19...

(T.B.C)...life still going