Concrete jungle, crooked world like a portrait on the wall.
No inspiration to cling to so we are bound to fall.
Admiring figures that had no father figures.
Lights, cameras, and vixens in the videos depicting the rewards of pursing dollar figures.
Career choices seem limited from field, court to a mic.
We dismiss scholarly roles for paper to negate mama's bills.
Due to God given skills, miseducation and single parent homes,
we splurge, surrender to the body's natural urge.
Young bucks learning curve comes from the streets known to watch souls leave the innocent like a blackout.
Such a secular world, I mean circular.
Every minute is a gift, life is square.
Box of positives, four by six perfect,
when living for the One and only.
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