Reflecting


Figueroa has all the vowels
That street was my playground
With constant mess
It felt like demons putting me through an endless test
If you can survive this street your a master
With so much pain poverty and grief life so much faster
It will make you surrender to your defeat
That street had me beat
Its a drug infested maze
Needles pipes nostrals and bottles
I never thought it would end this way
On a bus to prison how long shall i stay
All i wanted was money in my pockect
In a cell miserable i wish i could have stopped it
God says"for the love of money is the root to all evil"
All for the love of money left me was a broken heart to heal
Theres not enough bandages to heal this heart
Just the love of God
Reflecting on my past experiences
And a calendar to mark

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