There is Beauty in the Struggle (Poem)

There is beauty in the struggle, can you see it?

Holding my head up high their profiling to try to throw me down in a pit.

Social worker trying to hit me with AA.

I've been sober for a year lady I'm just looking for work today.

I talk God talk so they like to look at me funny.

You think I'm making a point when your judging and I'm saying no thanks to all the fake money.

Yeah Ad -Seg they got a cell and a bed for me.

I just take it as shelter and a place for meditation to his glory.

A doubting Thomas something I used to be.

Weren't ever supposed to shove a halo, but it's just another brick in the wall now can't you see?

I'm just living to point people in a direction.

Getting tired of being treated like I'm some kind of infection.

I got the moonwalk in my back pocket.

But ain't throwing it on YouTube I'm trying to make a point to keep in a locket.

I got dirt about covered up history this city haven't a clue?

Like I was my own CIA surveying a lagoon its seen war now what do you do?

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Now I got you thinking of a lover.

All I got to say if I had a roof and a laptop.

I got the verbatim to false advertisement that could make all of Babylon pop.

So take it for what it is, I'm a street kid about my biz.

I'll find a home again just out makin' a name for myself.

Trippin' on the beauty in the struggle, caught my nigga Cole on the same shelf.