Your evil driven by greed you removed restraints and,
Gave us false rights to set our mind at ease.
Pull up jump out guns in my face too soon for the boys in blue to catch another case,
So instead you beat me down like I was Cochise.
Never the one to cry, beg or plead born from your slumps with a heart that doesn’t bleed.
Look at my life hear my poems I write and
You see I’m that seed that doesn’t need much to succeed.