Ambition

a poem by Edward aka Trae Beats

Like I’m stuck and can’t get out,
Like I seen the methods, they were written in the ground,
And the sound, like 30,000 fans of a band, like a war torn countries aching human reprimand,
Sick,
The smell is strong like sweat and pain,
And like crosshairs and rifle,
I load my heart and aim my brain.

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