I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six,
whats wrong whats right, In the middle of the night,
with limited site, who tinted the lights,
Ill do whatever just to win a Fight,
Got teeth it bites, theirs a beast in me that love to feast
so i take it out, on the streets, I'm a product of a lonely man, education did'nt go as planned,
poverty always plays a hand, got to eat, even if no one is paying,
sacrifice is all i'm really saying, whats the price that i'm really paying,
but i'm alive, facing judgment daily.

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life's struggles and society's judgment