My Dream Poem.


My Dream Poem.
They use to call me the fool some tool never would make up to being cool. I have been through the pain the joy ever since I was a young boy they said I would never make something for myself some people are dealt the hands of hell. I use to press my luck on every bet I was playing for with the hands I was dealt.
My crew is my life I don't need my hand held but support when I was at a point where I fell some don't have anything I am blessed I am living not in hell burning I stack my bread now keep safe all my earnings cause you don't know when your life could be turning. I write from the heart a start to finish no one will ever separate my dreams. I do it for myself not for fame not for a team people have told me I inspire them you would too if you have been through what I have and seen what I have seen no one will ever separate me and my dreams.

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