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Un-wanted Lives

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I was a mistake to this world and my momma didn't want me
I would be lying inside a dumpster if abortions weren't so costly.
Experiences upon which my mind was barely able to comprehend,
Went through pre school and kindergarten without a friend.
My parents ignored me and pretended like my existence was a trick,
An allusion on their eyes, treated me like a bucket of dog shit.
I tried to keep my composure but re occurrences happened like a fountain,
At nights, I would wish that I could "Ever Rest" and forget the mountain.
Before I graduated, first I had already seen more then some in lifetimes,
only way I felt wanted was through dope beats and hip hop rhymes.

-Wanted
However, this decision only caused more tribulations in my hard knock life,
Every street I went down I had to clench my fists and be ready to fight.
The sight of a white man in black clothes sparked the attention of some,
Thought I was making fun of the people with what their rhymes have done.
I only wanted to be accepted, but no one ever took their time,
To try to recognize my cries and what I was trying to find.
My lyrics inspired those who had nothing to make it into something great,
that our fate was our own choice and to change our life was never too late.
The date of my court hearing made me realize of what I had caused,
Anger and murder sparked by a rapper trying to keep his lyrics raw.
I walk inside this courtroom of those who judge me by my lifestyle,
My court hearing became famous and was on no matter where you moved the dial.

Presence

Accusations of crimes, which my ideas laid but I never knew of,
Trying to decide to lock my life up or take away my one true love.
I pleaded and begged to let me record my thoughts again,
For 3 hours I could hear them argue on who would win.
Outside onto the walkway which my future lay hold,
Water lies on my skin and drops to the face which stays bold,
As I perspire, I realize my shivers and think, "How am I hot and cold?"
They sit down and smirk as they see my present state,
I wait and listen as the Foreman declares to everyone my fate.
"We feel his music should be stopped, and no longer able to be heard"
My brain cannot process the emotions that have been stirred becuz of these words.
I shout, protest, and end up killing in the mess,
I screwed up my chance to return to the life I had left.
During my life in and outside this cell, I have learned only one lesson,
No matter if it is my parents, fans, or government, I am an unwanted presence.