Bad Seed in Bad Soil


Poison in our roots
With pedals that are damaged
Living a life of harsh environments
Making our growth hard to manage
No sunlight to feed us
Grey sky's that defeat us
Drained by others of our energy
Labeled a weed from the fetus
Powered by manure
So does that mean my life's not it
Holes in my beauty
From pest trying to make me quit
Also known as a project
Raised in the projects
Set to bloom around bad seeds
Who home base was the projects
Rooted in raw soil
Meant to hold and mold myself
Hanging outside apartment windows
Dreaming of ways to build wealth
No one to lean on
Set aside to dream on
A bad seed in bad soil
Destined to grow legs and move on

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