Inner City

Everyman is made for greatness. Too many have learned to love what leads to a life wasted. Poor souls projecting pernicious lifestyles. Sabotaging the future with smiles. Solidifying poverty in the minds of the community. Dark forces governing the out put of their hearts so that honest attempts to be positive aint much better than collard green farts. Dark barriers around the soul keep truth far away. Knowledge from the beast turns would be great minds into Oswald Bates