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looking back on my childhood
As I look back on my childhood, stolen away by inner suffering, I am ashamed. Cause what did I do that was beneficial? How did I grow? What did I learn of honour, honesty, and independace from this gang life? All the opportunitys I let slip away, I missed so many chances. There were so many moments for my great voice, my rhymes, my songs, to reach even to the gates of heaven. But those words stayed locked within my soul, buried them deep in the back of my mind. So what do I do now that Im not a child anymore? Now that Im grown and nothing more can be learned about the cruel world around me? Ive seen it all, cold blooded murder, torture, drivebys, watchin my daddy die, how do I channge what I have become? Here is the moment for words of passion, for wild indiscriminate words that can waken, madden, and unleash, keep all the kids from rollin and ending up like this, regretting every moment of their life and no way to change. But the world knows, my crew knows, the po know the great power some of us have, of which they are afraid. And yet again my voice dies away, as thunder fades away over mountains and echoes and re-echoes more and more faintly. -THE KRYZ- <3 all you lil ones, stay up! and get the fuck up outta this life while you can, if you can- much love, peace