My sacrifice
My sacrifice,
To live a life Where only shadows are spared,
The site of kindness,
Is fueled by blindness because the act is so rare,
Dispaire is what defines us and the struggles are clear,
Yet disappears like invoice,
To anyone who comes near,
If I had voice and made a noice would anyone hear,
Down in poverty where only crime is revered,
Life is price you pay for survival down here,
No ambitious cause your success is so far fetched your only guess is to live,
Or prison for a long sentence,
Trying to survive your on mirror,
A pure reflection of weapons used to silence our peers,
Is the one that's keeps us down,
Segregation made clear.
To live a life Where only shadows are spared,
The site of kindness,
Is fueled by blindness because the act is so rare,
Dispaire is what defines us and the struggles are clear,
Yet disappears like invoice,
To anyone who comes near,
If I had voice and made a noice would anyone hear,
Down in poverty where only crime is revered,
Life is price you pay for survival down here,
No ambitious cause your success is so far fetched your only guess is to live,
Or prison for a long sentence,
Trying to survive your on mirror,
A pure reflection of weapons used to silence our peers,
Is the one that's keeps us down,
Segregation made clear.
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Growing in projects and living poverty means to me
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