I Come to You as a Sinner

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The smile i used to have was so innocent and so prescious. Which later turned to battle scars and a mug of aggression. I taught myself to hold a pen, before school and my lessons. I hold it a bit different, journals full of confessions.. Went to school, the teacher told us draw whatever we think. I drew a small brown boy with a crown to be a king. The teacher looked confused and asked me who could that be. I found it quite obvious as i told her its me. She told us write a story on whatever we want. I wrote a passage on step daddy who was beatin my arm. I always had a smile, so innocent and so chippa. Till the first day i heard somebody call me a . What turned from a rare event to a daily routine. I went from good grades to skippin school, with the ones on my team. Same kids i used to ride bikes with on the trail ! Who woulda thought the only time we write was sending letters to jail ! Sleepin on some couches, with the bugs and the mouses. Kept a weapon i wont speak on while i ran into houses. It used to piss me off when ppl front like they whippin the pot. Remembered when i taught myself and how many grams that i lost. Finally i grew and i quit making excuses. My dreams were captured in my mind although at times they were elusive. What it took for me to learn was my team got to changing. No longer were loyal, i shook my head in amazement. The very ones that said they'd kill for me, they didnt.. When i said id murder for them, i foolishly meant it.. Any young bruthas reading, out there chillin all day.. I put on momma these are facts, and please dont learn the hard way..