Late Nights
Christopher GarciaI'm up late night Staring a blank page Hopin I can find The words that best disribe my mind Clouded cause of war My demons and my angels form A pressure that builds up in me Till my soul get torn But I keep pushing Mama pray for me She raised a G all alone facing poverty We faced uncertainty but somehow always made it
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