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Shatter, scatter, disperse.
Hear my words as I speak them in this verse.
Imagine, the life of the millions.
The people, making do without billions.

Hitting them hard, no remorse.
Speaking them loud, not like Morse
Code, when the rappers speak
It's like they're yelling from their high peak.

Getting difficult, living life.
The need always cutting like a knife.
Now you have a child,
No longer will you be wild.

Having another's life in your hands,
Makes you think, how did I get to these lands?
Getting harder, one becomes two,
Two becomes three, you wonder, what do I do?

Hitting even harder now, reality sets in.
You plug your ears, to keep out the din.
Forgetting, as the one slits his wrist.
Bewildered, how did I get in this trist?

It all becomes clear, as you see
That not all is as it was to be.
When you were young you made plans
Fallen apart, you're more worried about the soda cans.

Dimes turn into dollars, making cash.
You care more about your next hit of hash.
They take the kids away, you wave goodbye.
You are too numb to know why.

Years later, you get a job.
It takes a while, but you turn the knob
On a new house, and remember
The children that you gave up, to foster.

You cared then, as you do now.
You resolve to find them, but don't know how.
Finding them on facebook is easy,
But you still know they aren't ready.

To see the one who gave them away
So long ago, so early in the day
Of their lives, and too soon
You think, and see something that makes you swoon.

The spitting image of their father
The man who couldn't even bother
to stay alive long enough
to care, to be tough.

The end of this tale is near
As it has all been drear
this won't pass an english class
but when parents show their a*s

you have no choice but to tell the story
of your own personal rise to glory
And hope that others will understand
The things that made you a man.

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[Sami Khalil]

"Fallen apart, you're more worried about the soda cans.

Dimes turn into dollars, making cash.
You care more about your next hit of hash.
They take the kids away, you wave goodbye.
You are too numb to know why.

Years later, you get a job.
It takes a while, but you turn the knob
On a new house, and remember
The children that you gave up, to foster."

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:>).............