Reflections
Living my life for the wrong reason
Tryna get it every season
Doing what it takes to stay eating
But hustling for the wrong reasons
Being ignorant to the fact
You can get it without selling crack
Feeling trapped because I am black
Now I can’t get this time back
It was a hard lesson learned
That money has a million ways to be earned
If you sit and wait your turn
Life lessons will be learned
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this poem speaks to me because it true sometime u have to do what u have to do to eat but there are other ways to get money, crack not the only way u can get a job