Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Pull


The steps to the Pavement are not hard to retreat to

Cause when school is in session I gain somthing they cant Teach you

no Rocks no Keys

But like Clinton they try to impeach you

From the office of Hope some way they try to reach you

Take 10 steps to go back 20

My words flow to the sky but then it comes back to me

Igniting a Fire....but its not a flame that should fuse me

There are many Clouds so when it rains its so confusing

I cant even see who launches the attack

As I get blown from this coldesac....to a Dead END. they qoute on that

Im another number for their stats

Cuffs "CLICK CLACK" because it just clicked that I have to stay strapped

The hood got its own mafia and I'm not tryna get whacked

But there no way out I cant rap because I'm wack

Worlds on my back from my mom talking that

I should go to the track....to traffic that smack

I try to hint that I would rather not be reavealed to that

But reality Reveals to me that thats where it is AT

I could go to college to be educated in the books

But all I've been reading is court dates being Booked

constant Strain and Struggle

Pain and Scuffles in the mind

I dont know what to rebuttle

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