
Reminiscing on my early years
Like the other day
Encaging my rage
For all the things I can't contain
I medicated my violent ways
By meditating on 72 sacred names
If only I could evade my fate
Liquidate my pain
Still strapped, bullets still encased
Uzi rumbled all the same
But I did not engage
I found another way
This page was my escape
I won't make the same mistakes
Cuz Elijah is at the gates
I was cursed
About to burst
But with the tables I turned
I was able to learn
A way with words
I got lost in the verse
I miss my simple roots
Took poverty as a virtue
And still I never succumbed
To substance abuse
Even with the rifts in my youth
If only they knew
The efforts I went to
To conceal these wounds
Born and raised
With one hand tied around my back
Embracing my pain
In the life that I once had
Dealt a bad hand
And still I ain't never see
The lines in the sand
Never gave up the dreams I have
I was an addict for havoc
And a junky for madness
I romanced sadness
And I buried the hatchet
But it kept growing back
I reminisce on the west side of the tracks
And I loved every moment
Perhaps I'm a little broken
And these ryhmes are all that's left
But I can't miss what I never had
Im just trapped in Neverland
I learned from my mistakes
Turned these ashes to roses
And grew em' in the shade
Turned straw to gold
Everyday I fought my thoughts
And always saw the hope
I wouldn't have it any other way
No stranger to struggle
I was a flower never watered
The danger made me humble
Even though I was troubled
Still I kept my composure
I ain't never stumble
Spittin to the rhythm of this rifle piston
I never listened
To the devil on my shoulder
I shoot for the stars, I got no limits
Living at the edge gave me comfort
I never faulted, it was magic
Take me to the place where there is no light
And I bet you I can find it
I love my working mother
And the hardship that held us together
Cuz there is a message in this bottle
And it says that things get better
And I know it made us stronger
I miss the laughs between the grief
Coming up from under
The uneasy peace in the streets
It was the simple things
That I thought would last forever
About the Creator
Ezra Berkman
Life is so much better when you write it down.
Poet and novelist. All for my own enjoyment.
Author of "Where the River Narrows."
I may be reached personally at [email protected]



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