Sometimes I wonder what I’m missing, then I realized it’s you that’s tripping. Never getting what I’m dissing, because your mind is slipping. Listen. Not to them, to me. To the you, you want to be. Wondering what are your hopes and dreams. Feeling like a left out marine. Forgotten. Unloved. Caught in, the pain, the struggle, the fighting all just to survive. To get home. Praying to the unknown above. Live. Strive. Love. You’re meant to be more then just in these streets. Or caught up with some man between some sheets…….