got no muse
Got no money
no home
To call my own
aint had much
but a bitter ass touch
Of the consuming world
of poverty
Have so much to express
little time and a lot of stress
Dress it up
in pretty lies and half smiles
Been awhile
Since ive been off
tribulations trying trials
Free of fucked fate
Oh well
Still will and do dare
break the broke pieces towards
Art from adversity
CJT 