A lost boy in search of manhood
A system in place, making this find unlikely
Streets offered a look-a-like substance,
Until I found my heart as dark as my skin
Before I knew it
I didn’t know the difference between
Me and the streets
Lured into defeat by arrogant losers,
With American chosen to watch me bleed
Something that has to numb this pain,
So I medicate myself to sleep
I wake up!
Handcuffed like I’m the one to blame,
Finding purpose in every breath I breathe
And as I reflect I look to my left
Realizing the man I want to be is nowhere in sight.
So the search continues
I’ve learned that love is life
So with a yearn to live I write.
Just hope it moves you.