Maze of the Young

Living in a whirlwind where the shock, comes from the knock of life Should've been deceased back when I lived with the streets Now I'm here paying my tolls on the freeway of my education I guess many can say God has blessed me But I'd rather say I've moved and passed all these tests, where the rest never had the chance to show up I won't forget my childhood peers, pondering if they have made it, through this maze where we started in a pitfall, blinded sight, hearing the dangers of the night. Knowledge in my brain keeping me sane, although my memories of the hood remain.