Struggling but not starving artist

got no muse

Got no money

no home

To call my own

 

aint had much

but a bitter ass touch

Of the consuming world

of poverty

 

Have so much to express

little time and a lot of stress

Dress it up

in pretty lies and half smiles

 

Been awhile

Since ive been off

tribulations trying trials

Free of fucked fate

 

Oh well

Still will and do dare

break the broke pieces towards

Art from adversity

 

 

 

 

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