love peace and soul to those who struggle on a daily basis those in the trenches who still have smiles on their faces knuckles bloody and muddy from beaten pavement trying to stop the babies from crying because their stomach's empty bills due can't make the payments those you love don't care to them your pains entertainment things get progressively worse as if it were a curse you try to move forward but it feels like you're in reverse and still won't curse the sun when it shines in your face or complain one bit when it rains betrayed by those you trust to get close enough now you stuck in the back room of a vacant house high on crack even the hole in the wall won't let you out side of the gravesite it's a grave sight to see inside of your life's blood sacrifice listen deep if you hear a beat it's still time on the clock to shake it off and figure it out only you can trust yourself enough to take the shot and make it in to put some points on the board it's a risk and chance you must take every waking hour of every waking day breakout and break away