By: Cedric McClester

Let me tell my story
Nothing but the facts
I’m taking inventory
So sit back and relax
I came up the hard way
Wrong side of the tracks
Where the only people living there
Were Mexicans and Blacks

Who said it was pretty
Least of all not me
But I don’t need your pity
At last I’m finally free

We were at the bottom
A long way from the top
Name a drug we got ‘em
With places you can cop
Crime rate kept on rising
With no signs it would stop
The only jobs that were available
Came with a broom and mop

Who said it was pretty
Least of all not me
But I don’t need your pity
At last I’m finally free

Let me tell my story
Chapter and verse
Under the category
Of someone who is cursed

There was baby momma drama
Everywhere you looked
So here I’ll place a comma
Man I could write a book
About their missing fathers
Tryin’ to get off the hook
But why should I even bother
Ya see their goose is cooked

Who said it was pretty
Least of all not me
But I don’t need your pity
At last I’m finally free

I was in the ghetto
It wasn’t in me
Thank God I had the metal
And I could also see
Despite my circumstances
Way past my poverty
I just took my chances
To explore my destiny


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.