as i think of the days that pass by, how it is and what I go through, on a daily, just make me, want to blaze, and get my ass hie, just to pass time, it's rough in these streets, the things people do just to make ends meet, dope dealers slanging, and children want to do the samething, at times i sit back and daydream and reminisce about the past time's, how did it come to this, look to the lord and ask why, a tear falling from my eye, wondering why, am I here for, and why, must i, shed tears for, knowing i don't deserve this, my heart hurts, and the pain cuts deep like a surgeosn, feeling hopeless and worth less, i know im not perfect, the bible says that no one is, no not one person, lord what is my purpose, im dying inside, these thoughts are running through my mind, as fast as the earth spins, my souls burning like a furnace, my stomachs turning, at night, i can see the demons lurking, 11th the shadows, every day is a battle, just to survive and live, what i would give, to turn back thr hands of time, and do things different, i would if i could, maybe then I wouldn't be in this predicament, 7⁷