The struggles of (Rusty Nail)

No not born in a manger,
more like,
6'3", two hundred and twelve,
black, born in brooklyn
and got this story to tell.

You see now, "my thing,"
is "seeking" pleasure in all faces
 taking strolls in the park,
(even) "those with no known names,"
all in the gest,
of, "simply" minding my "art."

When i'm alone,
"my thing," is too stand strong on my own,
although the times have all changed
but what the hell,
"the style and fight in the dog,
still boast home grown.
 
Coming from a (struggled) setting,
of bent up and contarted steel,
taggered or torn down fences,
surely represents to me,
no field of dreams
nor world of too many chances.

Where i've stomped
Was from the coastal shores of (shi) town,
to the chilly streets of Philly.
was'nt born with a silver spoon in my mouth
but i was, (a young gun) far from dumb
and to say any different, was simply silly.

On my block
the cold streets became known to me,
as ground zero and my only home,
I knew no one, as a father figure
but gave "much love," to a "struggling mother,"
now dam, if she's not gone.

just as any young (git) ,
I (threw) rocks but (did'nt) hide my hand.
and many there, thought i would'nt last
the only life i knew,
would be from the streets i grew
upto and after, the day she had pass

Sometimes you have to climb the trees,
in order to get a better view,
through  the forrest and far beyond.
you see those obsticals,
they were not new to me,
and i've even swim, the deepest of ponds.

that proud dog i earlier told you about,
had no one to throw him any bone
and none to walk in his shoe.
but there's a price surely to be paid,
when we expect to hold center stage,
and for (any), of our dreams to come true.

forever torn between two places,
one, being (reality) and as for the other,
(my awaken mind).
Each road would surely be a struggle,
Compiled with bumps and bruises
but still had to put in my time.

If for the first time we meet,
your get out of jail card is free
and you may not remember me,
but then for the second time we meet,
you'll surely never forget.
and as for the third, it was'nt meant to be.....To be cont....Xoxoxo