I come from a place
you had to hustle for a date,
words were chosen not for
their rhyming
but for survival,
in this land a kid had to be a man
from ten, had to learn words to keep
him breathing,
and his family was a crackhead mom, a different
dad for all ten
of us
A diaper , you learned to steal for your
baby sister and put it on her, mom was gone dads all
wherever, hustle was taught young,
because we had to eat.
So we all ran for the man. Made a buck
and a good shiny pair of Nikes.
fed our siblings and ran from the enemies.
Who were everywhere.
Is that America. We are Free?
Are the young condemned by
survival of the fittest?
Give me a break, politicians
corrupt as the ministers
who feel the need to get rich and feel the children up.
We learned young to cook rice and a rock.
Took what we took to get by. And were took also,
into a hopelessness, of society .
I got my first gun at thirteen. A man I thought it made of me.
Most likely , I will die before twenty.
So, who then will change the diapers?