How I feel-I grew up in Chicago where kids can’t even play in the parks no more,I grew up where kids dying at young age,I grew up where kids getting shot at young age,No heart,bullets don’t have no name’s,All the people they are praying but there ain’t no love just bullets,pictures of a world that we never thought we had,I’m holding on why is everything so heavy,holding on so much more than I carry, I keep dragging around what’s bringing me me down if I just let go,sometimes I remember the darkness of my past,bringing back the memories I wish I didn’t have,sometimes I think of letting them go and never looking back and moving forward so there will never be a past,