no light

On March 21, 2017
a poem by [tamia]

Man I’m tired of the long nights
trying to figure out what’s wrong
and what’s right, and in the end
finding myself in the dark with no light
I mean I try to put up a fight
but ain’t much you can do when you’re blinded
by what I need to come back to reality
and that was hell on earth
(trying to hustle without getting put in dirt)
don’t wanna come home to my mom
in a body bag but the streets is callin’ damn
I gotta feed my fam
I won’t ever ease up
I hope the angels watch over me
in case I mess up

 

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