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Speaking of life through life in which I speak out of my mouth come words and words become truth to many lives that are lost, being tossed throughout this hell in which I dwell until my end then shall I begin again but till then I shall help many men, women, and children learning from what they are taught…you say he has his father’s walk but what about his ways coming up in the days where love is no more so we lust and sanity is only felt through the use of drugs….inhale, exhale, Life, in the days where the wrong you do is considered right but who’s to teach me any different when mom is mom by day and dad by night, when I speak the truth I’m told to take a hike or to get on with that nonsense but it makes no sense when you’re living like you have no common sense…time is time well spent depending on what you do when you do what you do and how you handle ya’ business is on you….getting caught up in the dope game, living in the trap, balling off mishaps or better yet disasters you planning your every step off the words of a rapper calling himself a pastor and another who thinks he’s the master then to whom do you give praise…looking for better days oops I mean better ways to kill the next brotha that steps on your Air Force…that ignorance just got you another case in court and you say life is hard when actually life is how you make it, the chances you take and the hearts you break running in and out of different lives, living off lies and vamped unrealities, feel good fallacies, when will you grow up and face reality; nothing is given but much is taken for granted when you open your eyes and breathe everyday, when you wake up thinking the same way about the same thing that happened yesterday feeding off those corrupted dreams, it’s time to terrorize the streets to make those dreams come true look how fast life is coming at you and if you don’t watch out it’ll slap you right in the face down is how you’re gonna be when the good Lord hits you with a dose of reality; when your friends become your enemies and there’s no one to turn to now you’re on your knees begging “Please help me, I don’t want to die in these streets. I promise to turn my life around right after I prostitute and sell my body to get back on my feet”, you say the kids gotta eat then what happened to hard work and education, young men and women falling because of lack of guidance and a relationship with God; this is how it is when kids are having kids and parents are so quick to spare the rod…that’s not right but that’s how some choose to live like they’re walking with their eyes closed at night and right and wrong that’s life.