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Born to to a mother who wasn’t always there
And to be honest at times it seemed she didn’t even care
She was gone more than she was sober
And when she was around she was always doubled over
I had no time to be sad cuz big brother had to play dad
In school I was a brat and I stayed in detention
teachers told me to grow up…it cost my childhood to pay attention
Now at nine I’m doing things that I see on television
Lusting after women too blind to see them sell their visions.
Watching mom turn back can after can
And her body being beaten to prove that he’s a man
Sooner or later I was thrown into the system
Family after family gone before I could even miss them
Judged by the actions of the generation before me
Sentenced to 15 years of bondage and the devil to explore me
Never given anything but pity and a poor me
Going from home to home just for each home to ignore me
I was lost and didn’t have any purpose on this earth
In the eyes of LA County 2grand a month was my worth
A walking paycheck only thought of on the first
most of my life I questioned the reason of my birth
Sitting in class contemplating suicide
Cuz it seemed there was no purpose for me to be alive
Hated my existence and wanted to end the strife
Depression kept me inward and favoring the knife
But the Devil had a plan none of which was nice
Cuz although I wanted to die fear kept me from taking my life.
Lost to my identity
I had no idea who I was
Happy was what I would pretend to be
Just so WE could remain US
Wanted them to see big bro did care
Cuz I knew I wouldn’t always be there
So I took on the yolk of slavery
A bond they couldn’t bare
Cuz see this pain was endured daily
Secrets I never shared
How they would lock me in a cellar full of dead mice and mold
Or trap me in a freezer til I was numb from the cold.
I wasn’t a bad kid I did what I was told
But yet still I was treated like a slave twice sold.
So yeah that made growing up a bit hard
But that’s all I knew, to fall down and get scarred
My life was a game of chance,
Lucky enough to pull the right card
But the deck was pre-arranged
And it re-arranged my heart.
Sin had a hold on my mind and my emotions
The constant pain had my eyes bleeding tears of red oceans
Countless time on my knees
Asking someone to part the seas
But apart from me there wasn’t a soul I could partly see.
So pardon me if this poem seems a bit depressing
But to overcome I must never stop confessing
Cuz somewhere to someone these words are a blessing
Cuz they too were lied to and deceived
Forced against their will when they tried to leave
Pinned down and was told to take it
Not an ounce of happiness left yet forced to fake it
You see, the nature of Man is so misconstrued
Taught that it’s better to be prideful, selfish, and crude
Than to be kind, honest or even share food
Never take an L cuz your worthless if you lose
But Failure isn’t the end but a Chance to start a new.
Cuz when you fall you have a choice to stand again
a chance to be redeemed of your past shenanigans
No I’m not saying that you have to now be perfect to the tee
Just be still and know that ur simply redeemed.
Cuz all My loss is all my gain
Learned from heartaches benefitted from the pain
So now when life cuts deep
I don’t bleed from my veins
Cuz one bled for us all
And did away with pain
Became the second Adam
Disabled the Cain
Became all sin itself
And bore all of shame
He is the Lord most high
The way the life the truth
He was pierced in His side but some still need some proof
Cuz when they opened up the tomb there were no remains
But if you look a bit closer Etched on my heart are the stains.
4 years ago from today I gave my life to Christ and I have never been the same.