Ready to Live: A Poem

To all informants of the devil. What is the level? At least provide me with your rebel to exclude the shells. I'm breathless, so the future is based on daily guessings. I learned my lesson from babyhood to adolescence, why am i still hitting bricks? I guess i need more blessings.Lord come and take me from this pain into a flightless section.

Or I'll be lost before your angel comes to grant me redemption. My soul is devastated but i'm still waiting patient, in order to posses my portion of daily bread sharings. What am i hearing, my mind is slowly disappearing, am searching for focus but my heart still lives in fear so i'm still stressing.

Will anybody save me, my curse is vividly shown in my deed, I'm just a stranger. Why is everybody ready to grant me defeat. Thats why i stay a souja , for the rest of my life i've got to eat. Am staying sober, but that's the best time they produce grief. Am not a thief but it seems like they are treating me like one, but best believe me me, i'll live my life to the fullest till i'm done.