The High End

The high end, always taking a chance from within to escape the social reality we live in.
Never getting a day in, tired from the air we breath in
Always coming up short in the end
How I am supposed to pay these bills?
How is the words that I spit supposed to support us enough
When my lips are black and blue from this cold world we're in
The High End is coming while I'm trying to buy some more time in
To try and make a better life for my family man
I ain't no Irish man
Simply a Chinese man
That's what Ip Man said
The simplest words he ever said man
And now I got to do more jobs to get some short cash for the table
This isn't your average life of a teenager
The words I lay are the ones that will be on my grave
So take me now
Try and figure me out
The High End trying to knock me out
But I won't let them believe
I'll be like Bruce Lee
Dance around first before I set the final blow
I will not
Bow down
Show me some respect then maybe I'll see
This isn't your average poetry
I spit out fire about my life
Pick me up like a book
Each chapter is another part of my life
But the High End
Is tryin to steal my life man
I don't even know where to begin
It started from a dream I had from within
And then it stumbled and crumbled
The buildings I had made
Came down
Just like the city I had lived in
So come and try and find me
The High End
Doesn't even bother me now
That's all I have to say for this poem now.