Living in a place where everything token for granted.
I have faith even though I dont understand it.
In my beliefs I'm firmly planted,
but the winds of my sins caused damage.

At the bottom of society is where they put us.
In streets of sorrow, depression, and disgust.
Amoung us every avenue houses distrust,
Still aint to mountain high enough!

The pressure creates so much fiction and heat.
Her scents breeze brings a desired relief,
even though it always been against my beliefs.
Still I was able to set goals to achieve,

Too long running in the race,
its time to give me mine.
I can move at my own pace,
as long as I cross the finish line.
I once was lost,
until God send me a sign.
My vision was off,

I must seem strange,
So many doubt what I’m about.
Poetically I make it rain,
My mind’s never in a drought.
Clouded by Mary Jane,
But my creativity clears it out.