The truth

by yasha   Aug 16, 2013


The truth of the story is often forgotten to be told, so when i make rhymes, rap or poetry its not for gold, i would love for my thoughts and words to be heard seen or sold, but to sell my soul for the fame and fortune is a hand i would rather fold.
Please understand that everything i say is exactly how i feel and if my words cut deep inside your mind that means your heart believes it is real, yesterday i was playing basketball with 20 dollars in my wallet that somebody had to steal, and i got angered but not so much that i had to bust caps from some steel.
I would have left the money home but my mom is also a thief, so now im commanding myself to not trust anybody, and i responded "ok chief".
I am the man i am the one, but my victory is not yet won, i am the father to my future daughters and i am the brother to my future sons, ok i am the father to them to but a young man needs the big brother done, so i will play both roles and and teach my kids never to steal and never to run.

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