POEM: Self Control
- POEMS
Why am I here?
Ya left me a book.
Never took a look.
Its too hard,
Id rather play cards.
I sit in the park,
Hood games in the dark.
Demons be trippin.
This joint I be rippin.
The drugs not enough,
Streets are too tough.
I need more,
Oh darkness, I choose to explore.
Laughter in the light,
I wanna take flight.
Lies I was sold,
Too never grow old.
Never took a look,
at the 1000-page book.
Nothing but fear.
Lord, why am I hear?
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