Poetry Corner: This Is My Life You Decide Yours

I can’t fit in because I was born to stand out,

So fuck all you niggas following trends just for clout.

Everything I’m not made me everything I am,

Lack of attention and dreams of feeding my fam.

Self made no handouts accepted I did this by myself,

Beliefs and style driven by your doubt.

From the ghetto arose the poetic prophet,

So fans watch as I wash my hands in the blood of the lamb.

Don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand,

Like the Holy Ghost everyone won’t scream and shout.

They say I speak blasphemy,

Well return me to the land of the damned.

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