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i sat with genuine men, the outcast

the situation taught me patience, many days

i lived in the boons, shared the same space with the coons

the cold, the pain, talks with mother earth in the rain

rock bottom, but i endured and sustained

life dealt me a joker, or an ongoing foul game of poker

depressed and stressed, sleepless nights with no rest

but in the midst of trial, a test of my faith, still blessed

but i still kept a smile with all the crap on my plate

the basic needs and survival

bread, water, God and my Bible

my anger flared from stares and looks

never knew how it felt on the other side of the brook

it was days where the sun was fire, awake in busted attire

the realest folks I encountered, just down on they luck

some change, some still remain the same

an experience i will never forget

a reality check, a real effect

keep me humble at heart, order my steps

edit my thoughts, control over my breath

the very things we frown, we very well may cry on