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He wakes up afraid, fearful of the day's tasks
He must support the child that was given to him by a lustful past
He must feed that child and provide shelter with positive contrast
Unfortunately his drug addition leads him down the wrong path
She gives birth for a third time at the age of sixteen
She is addicted to heroin which has afforded her as a mother the loss of parental responsibility.
His thoughts are to become a sober dependable man
Yet the streets dictate his next plan
What is easy for him is emotionally painful for others
He can sleep soundly after pulling a trigger, no remorse, never bothered
She has never heard the voice of that third child
She has never had the pleasure of shaping his personality
He tried to offer his son knowledge of a hustler and the key to these streets
What he lacks in conscience, was the cavity to his defeat
All days are filled with overwhelming obstacles, mindless objection to positive peace
In spite of their pessimistic view, I have managed to achieve
No excuse is to grand, no wall to high, no voice unclear to hear the message inside
If I do not continue to try, the hope of my addicted parents would be misconstrued as a waste of human life.
I know, without reservation, that the energy one possesses inside can defeat any notion that negates the possibility of success and dwelling within natural delight.
Perfection is not ideal yet reality will validate the actions your mind yields, be honest and your life will transcend to levels seemly unobtainable.