Temperament

Controllin the inner me
Has been a task that's hard to chest
From my young hood days
When my temper was alone in place
Probably it was the poverty
That deprived the wholesome side of me
Yet my ride from streets
Has left this father-less seed to be
Nothin but me
So today I thank God
For keepin me sane and with unselfish motives to gain
My past family change
Has left me with full of riches in pain
Yet the ditch is not the end
But to just escape the trap you in