Blessed
Blessed with a gift to speak
Words they flow from me so easily
People laugh at my dreams
I'm gonna make it to the top if it kills me
God don't give you a gift that u can't use
Somebody in this world dying to hear what's in my mind
These rhymes could be somebody saving grace
Yet the devil trys to keep me from my shine
Despite obstacles I keep writing these words as they come to me
Only a fool would be blind to see
These words are a blessing to me
Full of rage my outlet you see instead of running to the streets an increasing the body count
This how I escape
Words they flow from me so easily
People laugh at my dreams
I'm gonna make it to the top if it kills me
God don't give you a gift that u can't use
Somebody in this world dying to hear what's in my mind
These rhymes could be somebody saving grace
Yet the devil trys to keep me from my shine
Despite obstacles I keep writing these words as they come to me
Only a fool would be blind to see
These words are a blessing to me
Full of rage my outlet you see instead of running to the streets an increasing the body count
This how I escape
This Poems Story
It's how I feel about my writing I been writing since I was a kid and alot of times poetry kept me from committing suicide
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