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!
Poetically I climb with each word that rhymes.
Poetically in my prime with each tick of time.
Poetically I'm fine with each expression from my beautiful mind,
Aint no mountain high enough to discourage my kind!
My soul whispers gods insight.
My personality speaks louder than their sterotypes.
My voice is ampified with each verse I write,
Aint no mountain high enough to stop success in my life!