jimiealsmith anyone trying to start a music business? or trying to do music! lets create a team? hit me up - July 01, 2011 add/view comments (0)

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Days come slow
But years go fast
But know one will ever know of my heart in this cast
I spent half my life just spinning in circles no lie
I was stuck in a world built off of lies so I had to say good bye
No other reasons for leaving I just got tired of the sad times and consistent grieving
To much time spent in tears because no one cared and the image in the mirror was what I really feared
My age was no hold back because in fact I was better than that
I had lived a life not many had seen not a dream but crazy as it may seem
My mother sold drugs to get by my father was on drugs I could have only wonder why
I had a sister I never knew on my father's side that at this point acts like I died
My block my city a dark and deep place that now lye's with in me
I was born in the center of violence my life story can leave a whole room in silence
My voice speaks of a thousand years my eyes tell a story filled with tears a short life just a kid but a life lived openly very clear
Battle after battle I didn't want to fight but I had to, I was born to show the world a different side of life that we are going through
Street life Ghetto homes a place for the worlds ugliest to roam but I still feel alone I call for help but no one picks up the phone
A baby left in an empty room and no ones there her mother's down stairs in tears her father isn't here he's at the local bar spilling beers
Gun shots and a rain of hell and fire I won't die in this earth a lair
Crime scenes evac teams a bullet with no name destroys a young girls dreams
No list of names another family in shame one more lost child to this roofless game
A news paper with discus a blame and a laughing sound at us who in this world can we trust the truth is in a grave yard planted in dust the worthless is suppose to be us fighting for freedom of mind is now a must
My back turned my tattoo's burn not knowing which way the barrow will turn and not many seem concern this time there will be no replay to learn
I have been giving a hell of a task the world hides behind a clowns mask all I have in the palms on my hands is the past followed by the shattered glass all I can say is
Days come slow and years go fast but no one will ever know of my heart
In this cast

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