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I was raised in city and suburban streets
As a youngin I feast on sports, ran the courts playing pick up games
Got a little fame on fields of green, as football was my callin
Received a scholarship for I was ballin in the State of wheat fields
I shield against hurt feelings for I received raw deal, homesick for that city noise that calmed me
Alarmed me for life was lost, not knowing what was my next move
Never had a clue expressing feelings into words was an art form I choose
Father moved to tears the first time I read my piece
Released restraints off heart as pen gave substance like food
Documented my moods on paper that was my reality, my escape from a place held deep inside
For my quiet demeanor portrayed on the outside, as inside to deep and complex to understand
You truly never know a man, until he expose himself for you to see
But I see through invisible auras that surround me
That protect me
That coverts me
For
I
Am
God
