Now do me a favor, close your eyes, open your ears and let my mind flow right thrue, around, make way to the tip of your thoughts, make you think twice about what your gonna say to me when im done, now open your eyes and close your heart, cause the words to receive are cold heartless with a pinch of heart breaker, Love don't exist, and if it did, it wouldn't reminisce, it wouldn't remind me of my past or my messed up wish, i wish that i could take back all the words i told, i spoke from my once warm heart, now i say with a frozen cardio vascular muscle, so i hustled and i ran my streets clean out of my distorted past, i blasted away the pain with a cocked back ratchet, and i pushed on forward with my thoughts of getting better, but i never got to that point let alone will i ever, so now open your thoughts, let open your ears, think twice what you would say to me, don't judge me by your fears, cause im Latino and in the projects doesn't mean i didn't try, close to fly, felt like crying but instead got crucified, close to die, felt like dying, yet i wont give up, even if im cursed or twice denied..... Im still gonna try, to live life right or let me die, goodnight......

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