Poetic Hero. (Hero Contest 3)

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Cursed for life but changed for the better. 

Struggles still exist, working hard for petty cheddar. 

I walk with my head held high, knife still in my hand. 

Yet I'm seeing better days, no longer sinking in the quick sand. 

Today I'm a brand new and improved person. 

But I'm still rhyming just not as much cursing. 

Now instead of walking in the dark, my path is bright.

Still gotta pack chrome when I roam the hood at night. 

I've been witness to murder, suicide death, and such.

Now I'm sitting here, not blaming myself as much. 

Reminisce for all those who died up on  North Prospero Block. 

Death never seemed natural, it was either overdoses or a glock. 

Now with a future so near my reach I can finally be free and have the capability to use my freedom of speech. 

So today this is where I have come. 

Matured greatly so I no longer play it dumb. 

Owe this all to poetry and rap. 

Without it I'd still be stuck up in the trap. 

Painted verbal images in the mind of others. 

I just wanted to show the struggles of me the hommies and all our lil sisters and lil brothers. 

Killed or be killed was once the way but now I spray that poetic AK. 

Try me I'll still react the same. 

Yet be a friend and not enemy, I guarantee you can get a piece of my fame. 

So what I am at this moment is far from last year. 

Now I gotta keep moving forward so I don't back track and become addicted to fear. 

Love life so I gotta do this. 

So this is who I am. 

Not really a hero but a man. 

So judge me for my future rights but still think of my past wrongs. 

If you think about it we poets have been heroes all along.