I was 6 when my dad died in my mother's arms 3 years later my uncle killed by a gun, 4years more my big brother died in a fire, they say it was an accident but streets say NO, they're liars. Fighting my own battles left alone at hospitals, surgeries, child rape no charges no love, broken wearing nothing but I smile through the misery.
Contrary to you I'm still standing strong, year after year you try to knock me down but bad times never last long. I see myself and other wounded soldiers putting their pain in songs.
Little scars on our bodies but alot on the brain, you can't break us, Life already tried that with no shame against us are the unbroken telling their fake life stories in rap, they never went through the pain. Lost loved ones, broken families, abuse those unwanted memories still remain. No one willing to help the true to life come up so we stay true to our name.
Willing to take the loss nothing more to lose, putting ourselves out daily the battle begins it's either me or you.
So many true wounded soldiers fighting the war of life everyday. Stand up and keep speaking the truth, No one can see the scars but always hold them as trophies and use them as strength and always be you, Keep doing your thing and keep living. True Success is Survival
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