
Remembering the times like MJ
Looking back got me wondering how I got here today
I was always looking forward to tomorrow
And the days that followed
There is alot of questions... so of course there's alot of answers
But my answers only serves as suggestions
I only hope your vision is bright enough to see past the smoke-screen
That covers and protects my innocence
To get a real good look or understand the man... KFarrell
Before KFarrell... I went through a number of name changes
Like Duckstales... remembering the college days
And how wild and untamed I was back then
All the games of life I played, and the lack of seriousness
Poeticpeople... I was more mature
Working trying to raise a family, adapting to the married life
Still experiencementing to see what worked for me
And then it was Poeticpurpose, until I got to KFarrell
The last 2 lines's purpose was to show how I grew and digressed or matured
But back to about me... well actually that is still about me
U have to visit where I came from... the ghetto
To see how it groomed and consumed me
My only role models were drug dealers, and hustlers
The only thing taught... was how to make a fast buck
The only lesson learned... because of a fast buck
You died as such... no such thing as luck or leaning on a crutch
Only scar and scabs on bruised up lads
And now I can look back and laugh...
Cause my history is in my heart
My future is in my head
And my pen will illustrate it
until I'm dead
Anything else you want to know just ask...
KFarrell
Wordsfrommypen
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