D.V. Class

Can you handle this. I dont know if I can. Self discovery aint no game man. Is it really real or just a sour pill. Got me thinking of of time I killed. Coulda had a Masters, coulda been a lover not a fighter. Maybe I could have even seen the world. Instead Im cold and jaded, gang related. I heard a wize man speak and couldnt relate to it. Am I lost and misled, sick in the head or chronically a slave to dread. Most times Im lost in my own head. Out to lunch, with no funds. I get frustrated and wanna hit some one. But I look back and ask; is this me. Was'nt I the kid who belived in his dreams. They say day dreamin or dozing off. I was exploring temples and helpin loves loves get off. Who in reality controls the sky, who am I? A big scary loc or a sad lil guy. Its not to late and although some of my best friends have died. Im still here and have plenty of time. Time to dream, time to study. I even got the ability to create something. So as I navagate freedom this time, Do I have enough composure to stay free this time.