survival

street life aint nothing nice but its how i survive keeps me feeling alive Ain't no silver spoons, just the grit and the grind, Every block got a story, every corner's a sign, Rolling with the homies, through the lows and the highs, going through the process with stars in my eyes ... so compassionate for the less fortunate used up by some from the time i get up but when it enough cant keep pretendin like im really that tuff i just cant anymore ive had enough emotional down pour can feel the depression seeping out my pores cant feel my legs paralyzed as i finally start to realize im really worth so much more hear my screams for help but they ignore and tell me shhhh and shut the doors. Late nights on the corner, wisdom’s hard to find, Lessons from the streets, they play over in my mind, Life's a tough teacher, but I’m learning it in time. watching the clock it says grind oclock tic tock the clock never stops. street life ohhhhh dtreet life aint nothing nice but its how i survive keeps me feeling alive ... i run away fast and lose track of my own time ..no pretending excuses or lieing just me to rely on and im only simply surviving. no one to yell at me blame things on me ...hurt me now its just me on my own no one to curse at me or tell me to get out of their home. ..im kneeling on one knee at my only home its the home of the most almighty praying to my father with all my accepted energy he accepts me and loves unconditionally he never yells at me he guides me with love and his energy he has helped me transform into the best version of me ....he has freed me and let me see endless posibilities to live a life so positively for myself and my babies.