Aight..............since the one got deleted Writers Block...i finished another one cuz i didnt save my last one

10years of age in 1990 I ran from an escalating civil war~
Came to a Foriegn land with a scar~ came real far.
With nothing but just a vision-
Our parents had 2get us out from da bloody depression~
War agression inflicting the world 2day...
Pass generations, present generations, waiting to see what the future generation brings...
Or comes with...
Evil, Deceivably we all are equally falling down hard...
Some play smart, some are smart, & some are plain num at heart...
I say shuffle again to the dealer, I think you delt me the wrong hand...
How can it be? am always plottin da wrong plan?
Am I becoming the wrong man to hold a males stand?
Just a vision-->I listen, but I let my evil stand in all of my four courners~
Far gone, speaking for most, I think I lost my fuckin culture~


The End...

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