Roses are Red and Violets are Blue, but my Dream will come True

I am now eight

And I just learned to rhyme

I love writing my feelings

It really helps past the time

My home life is not the best

My dad loves to push me around

But I am falling in love with music

I am escaping with the sound

My lines might seem basic

And my skills might seem trash

But I know I'll be someone

I'm sorry if that sounds brash

But I know I was born for this

I know I'm escaping the white trash ghetto

Relatives have died searching for that high

And I don't want to die this low

So roses are red

And violets are blue

I may just be a kid

But my dreams will come true

I am now eighteen

And I'm angry all the time

Father's beating turned worse

So I escaped through the rhymes

I want to set the world on fire

I want to the smoke to rise

I want to eat the world

With my head between its thighs

Drugs and booze in my veins

My soul is filled with hate

My lines have grown a bit

Since when I was sad and eight

Some people think my brain is broke

My therapist said that I shouldn't be mad

I'm just trying to find release

I'm just trying to drop bombs over Baghdad

So roses are red

And violets are blue

I may just be a teen

But my dreams will come true

I am now twenty-eight

I have a kid on the way

I only care about work

Work everyday

My anger has melt into my soul

And my father is dead to me

Fame never came to my door

But I discovered how to be free

I have nothing left to prove

And everything to lose

So I think it's time for me to leave

Before I receive my greatest muse

I'm the greatest poet you'll never know

The blackbirds decided it's time to die

You'll never see me in the lights

You'll never see me fly

So roses are red

And violets are blue

I may be an adult now

But my dreams have come true