I rode my rusty off brand bike along
The unmaintained back road of the Ghetto I called my neighborhood. Trees over grown choking the path As I choked on the joint I smoked To ease the truth that life would never Be much more than this. My chain Popped from my POS of a bike And I fell quickly to the pavement Here lies death to fall right next To a dead body thrown amongst the Overgrown bush. This must be rock Bottom. My father screams for me to let The dog out I knew he hated the Dog I knew my puppy was meaningless To him. Nothing like fresh Road kill the truck came out of No where and my puppy bled out This must be rock bottom. My grandma died and so did my Family my mother is now a single Parent Divorce must be rock bottom I tried to skip a rock once I think it hit Rock bottom
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