Conversation with my soul

I was born and bred from vengeance

Death so vivid in my vision

From a world inside a world

Where statistics aim to end a life in prison

I ask the experience of the credits?

Who know nothing of my living

Watch the news so now you scholars

What you really know about my problems?

One day dream to fly in peace on charters

Absentee father.....

Manhood conversation replaced as I’m laced by my barber

Nurturing isn’t honest

When you pass on generations of toxicity and no solutions to problems

A gangster wasn’t a dream

Yet it’s career was right outside my door

Get bored mom say go outside

Not really understanding what really lies beneath the shores

Of the streets

Where the struggles are shown in teeth. Neglecting a hygiene standard

Because stress wakes one up in a madness that has them racing in collection of what was leftover from yesterday

Because the same 24 hours ain’t the same

When you spend 16 going insane

4 hours massaging your brain

And the other 4 sleeping to avoid the pain

It’s a shame

No knowledge given to tame or to shelter one from rain

No more hey brother you ok

Hey sister need a place to stay

Just judgements passed with malice filled gaze

As if those who project falsehood has never sat under the sun with no shade

So I myself have slain

And canceled friendships that drained.

Apologies given with no change is fair to say is a cracked picture with no frame

In ending I take you back to the beginning

As one who was born from vengeance

My parents where at war over wrongdoings and tension

That both where the reason why they existed

So here lies a stalemate

More piled up trauma

Then a Windy City mail truck

Where hearts plead for love but only given a pat on the back

.....and as whisper good luck