Alleyway

I come out from under the alleyway
with nothing but myself and my mind
such a shame that the rest of the world
was blind to the darkness I hid behind

I breathe my soul through my smoke
like a cold winter breeze
becoming the raw and unemotional words
I once spoke with so much ease

I pull spirits from the fire
the only light I see, inspires,
and when I'm done
I run for all my desires;

I try to catch something that can't be caught
or taught to the masses of people.
I carry a pointed knife that teaches
the savage word of God's only steeple

Still the outsiders dont see
real revolutionaries aren't made for free:
We're all people who have been maligned
and cursed like dead body debris,
trying to survive the alleyway
and to save the future
of outcasts like me.