I write for the delinquents who repent.
But they hard wired for barbed wire.
Those weakened by the cement.
That turns their hearts ire into gunfire.
For the man who has not but cannot
Stumble or falter.
For there's things he's planned on before he pass on.
Like meeting his girl at the altar.
For the woman with four kids with no sense.
But provide every night in spite of.
For the people who notice with no Rolex.
That the times come. To rise up.
Voices be heard.
I hope every word get them fired up.
Cause these words.
Were only wrote to inspire them.
Nothing to the content but those seeking.
I hope it's golden for they were my only reason.