Who I am.....

It's like standing in the mirror,
Looking at a face so familiar,
Spiting image,
Of a man who stands in front of me,
Trapped in his shadow,    
It's like....  
A prisoner to the lifestyle  
Or
A blessing that is cursed,
Praying to be set free,  
Desperately. .
Taking bites out of a woman's forbidden fruit,                                    
Trying to re live my youth,
Thru these countless legs I spread,
In search of my own truth,
but that doesn't help so what is my truth    
When all else failed I turn to drug,
Hoping to smoke away this pain,
But after my high comes down,
I step back and realize it still remains,
That I am still my fathers seed,              
I can see our life similarities,        
    Two peas in a pod  
     Some would say  
Another son growing up,          
To be just like his daddy,
But he isn't my positive role model,
His foot steps I refuse to follow,
That is a pill I can not swallow,
no longer will I live in denial
I can rise above this
I can stand on my own two
I am not my fathers child
I can say I am not afraid
I am my own man
I am Aaron Gray