Struggle
I wake up to loss of hope
Like a knife put to my throat
Benefits and child support
Sick of saying it aint my fault
Turn to crime to get us through
that's not what fathers suppose to do
But il make sure my son can eat
Tuck him in at night to sleep
don't want my mum to look in shame
So I'm praying when will it change
I need god to feel much closer
lift this weight off my shoulder
But I'm getting tired of waiting
Need some kind of stimulation
My ambition got put to rest
Out of greed for that treasure chest
I find it hard to keep it real
All I do is gamble and deal
Committing these sins of Satan
Has left me feeling so forsaken
praying for that brighter day
Now I'm gonna drink the pain away
poem by Nic Hillen
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