A Lonely Beginning
Withered And Old In The Midst Of Poverty, In A Defeated Stature
Passed Into Dust From His Cradle To Witness His Seed Was Fractured
Scratching Away His Life Through Lottery Tickets For A Change To Dream
Residue Still Lays In His Nails From The Fortune He Fails To Redeem
Everything Is Visioned As Trashed And Rusted Under His Teary Eyes
For After Every Dollar Spent, Came Silence And All You'd Hear's A Sigh
Had Nothing To Loose But A Fortune To Gain In A Lottery Ticket
Could He One Day Win Or Was This A Charade, A Heartless Gimmick

A Shot At A Dream
Strolling Down The Boulevard Surrounded By The Sound Of Anguish
Decided For A Final Shot At A Dream, Wishing He Could Finally Manage
To Reaquire His Goal So He Reached For A Stained Dollar Bill In His Pocket
Scratched The Numbers.......And His Hands Trembled To Suddenly Drop It
For In This One Paper, Lay His Dreams, His Entire Invisioned Life
Failed Myserably The First Time, But Had A Chance To Go At It Twice

Wasting Of A Shot
Recieved 5 Million Dollars To Remodel That Which He Held So Dearly
But In His Mind Layed Other Thoughts Dormant, For To Him It Was Mearly
A Chance To Get A Hit.......Like A Heavyweight Boxer During His Last Round
Not At Life, But At A Drug That Constricted His Vaines Like A Wild Hound
Wasting His 5 Mil At Crack Houses, Converting Millions Into Quarters
Not Analyzing The Situation......He Layed Getting Drugged On Street Corners

The Clashing End Of A Man
Giving It All Up For The Snow That Kidnapped And Dump Him In The Dust
For It Became To Late For Him To Realized That His Life Had Been Crushed
And The Clouds Teared For This Old Man, The God Noded At His Presence
And The Essence Of His Dreams Were Mearly That Period On A Sentence
Famished And Withered He Sleeps On The Concrete Of A Titan
For He's Only A Shadow Of A Pedestrian, The Echoing Thunder Of Lighting.

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