Trails of life

Distortion of worldviews
Living in an environment where there’s no class
Subjugated to the thoughts and feelings of others
You are what we say you are, never to see an alternative route
Knowing that there’s more to life, than that of which meets the eye
Taken aback when they see you as a thug because of the block that you where groomed
Adapting to these views, you self consciously starts to believe them
Constantly harassed by police reducing your life to a number
These tribulations through the trials of life
Not all will face but those that will
Will be at a crossroads an identity crisis
Not knowing who you truly are
Believing the words of the nonessential
A poison for your mind and a death sentence for your being
You are who you believe yourself to be, before all the nonsense and fervor were introduced to your life
Create your own future because your past, doesn’t dictate your present and your present only guides your future
There no one way