I sit back and reminisce on the visions I had.

All these years of lost dreams, its really kinda sad.

If you think back to your innocent naive thoughts of changing the world and yourself, you start to wounder how your sights started focusing on wealth.

These streets carried me, but under all its immoralities it buried my soul and that's the price I paid for the toll.

As I look into the mirror things become so much more clearer.

I lost it all to the game. Trying to " get it big" and grasping for fame.

As I look deep down to find my soul I realized I let it go. How did I stoop so low?

Though I've never served time for my crime, I paid a pretty good price for a crack at these dice.

As I sit back and reminisce on these days that I had at the palm of my hand, I cant help but wonder how I got to where I stand.

These tears let me know I am still human somewhere inside. Though most of me has died, I know there's something left of me and I need to call upon god and let him be my guide.I have to learn to let it go and put the pain a side.

I have to give myself grace, look to god ,and walk with pride, because if not the next verse will be how whats left inside of me died.