This can't be a dream this has to be a nightmare.
I would rather be blind then to see what the world sees as clear.
If my life was suppose to be like this then why even have a kid.
This is what I cried out for years not a single bet on this bid.
In poverty I have been more then touched on and not believed if I yelled out rape.
The world would test you given you burdens until you break.
If you are real they brain wash you to being fake.
The more I tried to get from the core of the earth the harder the climb.
Now is my time.
I finally made it full of sweat and my shoes looked like they can talk.
The old me is dead outlined in chalk.
Since no one else stepped up I made myself that man.
Always being a good KinG is my plan.
Through poetry here me speak.
Momma was gone after I opened my eyes after I promised I wouldn't peek.
I cried my last tear and still continue to survive through all this pain.
When it is all said and done I bet people will remember my name.