my voice from a black I voice my opinion you wack

I wake up alone in a room full of people,i am a poet people a poor people, in New York peep holes, the stranger in glory holes, a window shopper at clothing stores and just looking at jewelry stores.

nobody, is who I am wondering where is the great I am,

chapters of grief end i put my trust in the staff, weekends

I am in a temporary class to learn art,i was a drug dealer

a trap house not new to me i was in a trap house selling D

i am plagued with many problems my dairy is lethal i kept a rhyme book

i am a fish deformed not like a cop in her uniform

all the answers are graceful am on a new chapter, beautiful

i am the second coming of Christ die with me, suffer with me

what if everything started happening for you? over night you became a boss and lyrics tight!

God can turn your one dollar into millions turn stars into minions

One day am a have a girl she'll be my only one, my world

i feel like Jesus hangin from the pole my life the crucifix, something noone

Between the margin there is my life

writing hard like a bar in a prison cell i'm always by myself

i touch the paper light my daily devotion is to write

the pain i feel is for the page i want to be the best

a rainy day the skies are grey

it always rains in my heart even sunny days