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My backs against the wall- So I'm forced to lash out,

In life I've done so much dirt- So people say I talk with a trash mouth.

My style has been smash mouth- Just diving in head first,

I never forseen these struggles- I had to see that my blood was red first.

Forced down to the bottom- By the same shit I once shoveled,

Tried to walk with the world on my shoulders and it just caused more trouble.

If I couldn't do it myself- Then I convinced myself it couldn't be done,

If I couldn't win this game- Then I was sure that it couldn't be won.

And I was sure that I couldn't be one- Of those people who needed help,

But deep inside I need guidance- I just won't allow myself.

To believe in the same things- That I also feel betrayed by,

I feel that if I pray- Me and God will just trade lies.

But I still close my eyes- And speak to him when I'm in bed,

I'm not quite sure who I'm talking to- But now I realize my blood is red.

My backs against the wall.

There is no more hoping- That one day things will change,

Instead I'm trying to be open- Because I realize I will still be the same.

My name and my life- And the hardships I've been through,

People want to get to know me- But for me that's a "no can do".

And I never feel lonely- But I always feel alone,

Was once homeless without a house- But I've never had a home.

I've never had a friend- Who I could really just tell it all,

A lot of people know some things- But no one knows it all.

My poems don't show it all- And now I'm back out on the streets,

Thought poetry was my way out- Seems that was just more deciet.

I finally admit deafeat- Lord if you're there, you've beaten me.

I'm pleading to stop the bleeding- For 19 years I've absorbed the beating,

Is it 'cause I don't believe that you want us to have an early meeting?

Because I'm on the edge and leaning- Closer and closer to my plummit,

But I'm already at the bottom- If this was a game, than you've won it.

I don't want it- The gold at the end of the rainbow,

Because in Life I've never seen it- Only clouds from where the rain go.

I comprehend the pain slow- Because it still just doesn't make sense,

In my world the grass doesn't grow- I only see it from beyond the fence.

My backs against the wall



(C) Tha Poet