I'm familiar with the bottom
I used to live there
My neighbors wore the same dress code
We greeted eachother with the familiar language of the Struggle
Hearing the cries of the people when they were in disbelief of times of supreme demise
A muted tongue from what life had done
Destruction to a Middle Class family
Payed a visit to my front door
The Bottom caught my fall
And replaced my sorrows with ambition
To ignite action and propell us from the past
Flowers sprouting through the cracks of concrete.
The World so big zeroed in on the piece of earth i lived in
A small fractured piece
A shadow in the wilderness
Looking for resources
And then.... It was then that I found the missing pieces .......
The pieces....To BUILD
A world so small had begun to grow so Tall in mY World
Once living in destitude
Now living amongst the multitude
A Family of THREE became Many
The bottom I knew all so well
But a vision came to me and the idea began to swell
The story unfolds as the story gets told
Days are pages
Obstacles overcome are Chapters
And The End.....    is the Beginning
And Climbing got me HERE!!!!!