a kid, leaned up on a wall,
standin in an ally way, same one he inhabits day after day
perfect position for a fiend to find a friend,
but he aint around when the police come lookin,
turnt the corner he's bookin, merch is already hidden
money never left his pocket.
cant afford to find out what happens if he lost it
his profit pays the bills,
feeds his parents addiction , and gives his siblings there meals
he makes every dollor his family has,
stays out till the sun come up sellin bags,
in the morning he steps inside a home
he technically owns gives his mother her morning dose.
goes to make toast for a kid who cant eat cuz his belly ach,
stars to finally doze  till his father walks out wakin him up with a broken nose .!!!!
just to escape what he knows its back to the ally he goes.
till the sun go down and the morning shows.
a thinkig  problem he cures with notes. made to the beats he hears bumpin down the  road.
cant hear the words so he uses his own
simply astar to be just wait till the world know his name.