Reminiscing on my early years
Like the other day
Encaging my rage
For all the things I can't contain
I medicated my violent ways
By meditating on 72 sacred names
If only I could evade my fate
Liquidate my pain
Still strapped, bullets still encased
Uzi rumbled all the same
But I did not engage
I found another way
This page was my escape
I won't make the same mistakes
Cuz Elijah is at the gates
I was cursed
About to burst
But with the tables I turned
I was able to learn
A way with words
I got lost in the verse
I miss my simple roots
Took poverty as a virtue
And still I never succumbed
To substance abuse
Even with the rifts in my youth
If only they knew
The efforts I went to
To conceal these wounds
Born and raised
With one hand tied around my back
Embracing my pain
In the life that I once had
Dealt a bad hand
And still I ain't never see
The lines in the sand
Never gave up the dreams I have
I was an addict for havoc
And a junky for madness
I romanced sadness
And I buried the hatchet
But it kept growing back
I reminisce on the west side of the tracks
And I loved every moment
Perhaps I'm a little broken
And these ryhmes are all that's left
But I can't miss what I never had
Im just trapped in Neverland
I learned from my mistakes
Turned these ashes to roses
And grew em' in the shade
Turned straw to gold
Everyday I fought my thoughts
And always saw the hope
I wouldn't have it any other way
No stranger to struggle
I was a flower never watered
The danger made me humble
Even though I was troubled
Still I kept my composure
I ain't never stumble
Spittin to the rhythm of this rifle piston
I never listened
To the devil on my shoulder
I shoot for the stars, I got no limits
Living at the edge gave me comfort
I never faulted, it was magic
Take me to the place where there is no light
And I bet you I can find it
I love my working mother
And the hardship that held us together
Cuz there is a message in this bottle
And it says that things get better
And I know it made us stronger
I miss the laughs between the grief
Coming up from under
The uneasy peace in the streets
It was the simple things
That I thought would last forever
About the Creator
Ezra Berkman
Life is so much better when you write it down.
Poet and novelist. All for my own enjoyment.
Currently writing a memoir and an alternate history novel "Where the River Narrows"
I may be reached personally at [email protected]
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