Crossroad Tales

Crossroads tales of the survioral of street God protect me my vision even when. I sleep the shadows the streetlights i was 13 my Dreams inspired me to always go higher the grind just gets thicker, Lost souls wander, searching for a way, Hustlin’ hard, every night turns to day. From the corner where the sirens sing low, Caught in a cycle, but I’m aiming to grow, Pavement tales, inked in the scars I wear, Wisdom from the struggle, life’s lessons laid bare. Crossroads calling, choices weigh heavy, Heart full of hope, but the streets ain't ready, Chasing visions, while the past tries to cling, Breaking chains, hear the freedom bells ring. With every step, I’m rewriting my fate, From the block to the top, can’t afford to be late, Echoes of the hustle, where the pain runs deep, But I’m rising from the ashes, watch the promise I keep. Crossroads tales of the survioral of street God protect me my vision is so deep now as a grown man survived loss death and sacrifice to seeing betrayal from loved ones and no visitation with my kids because I dont have no doe I will move forward protect my vision and source from poverty nothing but financial literacy is interesting me so now i stay out the way trying to rebuild my real estate building legacy God please protect my seeds listening to vision is reminder of the dream i had at 13 alone and cold drove my vision to bold and never fold