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A Lost Soul

I’m a lost soul, wandering around.
I’ve been to many places but nowhere to be found.
I’ve dreamt of so much beauty that could only be unreal.
Cause when I open my eyes, all I see is a reflection of me.
Day in and day out I try to believe that maybe one day I’ll shine again.
But in all actually I’m far to be seen, let me just place my heart and soul for you to take and you tell me if I’m for real or fake.....or am I just a lost soul...

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Proud of who I am

From the blood that runs thru my veins lives the suffering of my ancestors.
From my hard persistence and persona to be perfect comes forth from my fallen love ones.
From the very beginning to the end of my ways I will never lie and wait. I will survive and strive to end the stereotype of who I am suppose to be.
I am not just some gang banging Latino.
No, I am an Aztec warrior as my father, and his father and so forth and beyond.
We never claim to be oppressed for what reason for what reason.
Who do you plan to have accept you. Why do you set your self to obtain a certain standard for this so called “better being for all” Life is to selfish to take your time and prolong the evitable for later.
Always maintain your integrity so you and your family will be proud. And never forget that “you can never be to proud to be humble”
Why? Always place your self to think “He and he have it so bad. I am too”
No stop the foolish talk and stand for your self and lift your “strong hood” and be better for those to see and appreciate.
Why? Must you always feel that drugs and violence will answer your way out of anything?
Your only being a coward and a idiot. What lies in prison is nothing fancy in any sense or familiar to comfort ability.
It’s pure hell. No freedom, no freedom. You eat, sleep, shit and whatever when your told too.
So by all means if you really feel your a man while your getting high, stealing, robbing, hurting, killing some innocent obstacles then by all means.
Because for the selfish, egotistical idiots old Uncle Sam has a bed and breakfast open 24 hours a day.

Think, evaluate, think, think
THINK

By Eric Villapondo

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