Struggling with these issues
trying to carry on...
survival is a must,
lifting weights
trying to remain tough;
caught in the trap,
stuck like a caged bird
continuously dreaming
waking up with nightmares
sweaty and scared
switched from bald-head to dread,
from the peddle to the gas,
swaggered on 40's and trees,
to reading books and passing class,
pushing punks purposely perplexing police
to reciting poetry in the streets,
pushing weight without growth physically
to doing push-ups
to keep my head up;
dumping shells
at church bells
while repenting for sins simultaneously
gathering cash from robberies
to chasing dames legally;
growing up with funds in large amounts & sums...
now no longer lead a life on the run,
tucked inside the trenches
no flinching
or threats of snitching,
to dropping on knees
paying homage for my blessings;
automatically giving thanks
for the breath I breathe
and the seeds
that I will one day conceive...