He fell through the crack,
That black hole in the ghetto

Can't you see?

Back before 1st grade;
He ain't like you or me

His eyes are cold;
His soul is empty;
His mode is survival

And everyone's a prey
When doors close everyday,
His checkered past
Unworthy of a pass

Shackled he stays
To minimum wage,
Petty crime and misdemeanors;
Doing hard time
Beyond bars

"This country ain't for me..."
He seethes
"I'm only good for wars,
Not the cultural caviar..."

He fell through the crack,
That black hole in the ghetto

Can't you see?

Back before 1st grade;
He ain't like you or me...

~P
(#ThisCountryAintForMe)
12/26/2014