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Aug 2018
The crackle from the chicken fry
Makes me want to spy
Where my momma lies
Knowing that dinner isn’t to far behind
She a athlete with the stove
Multitasking while I drove her insane
She always exclaimed how my laughter
Could help more than her pastor
To bad she was married to a raptor
He come home stumbling and fumbling
Ready to pick a fight
Then slap us both
Because the Knicks didn’t win tonight
Her screams filled my ears
And his aggression haunted my dreams
I know I created my life
But he was instrumental to the scheme

By twelve I had too cook on my own
Mom worked three jobs
So I stayed home alone
Sides were my speciality
So rice and potatoes became a formality
Light with salt but heavy on herbs
Put it on medium high so they are superb
Cheap but filling cause I got to go
This light bill won’t get paid
Unless I’m on the street of Chicago
Flipping packs like I’m Kodak
So I never miss a beat
Make thousands a week
So I got to watch what I eat
Cause the cops stay outside
With a crowd of eyes
In a circle that supplies
Info that leads to my demise

Had to move down south
Since the snakes came out
Trapping with the best
That’s what makes me feel blessed
Sugar laced tea with a lemon accent
Every sip I take
Lowers my descent into torment
Too bad my grass wasn’t green
So when I walked out
It was a Boyz n the Hood scene
Loss Ricky yesterday
Then Tre left anyway
So ice I had no choice but to melt
Without help he had to save himself
So no surprise when cops arrived
Charges that could fill a Bible
That’s why I knew that jail was coming
Like mail just subtract the snail

Let the days begin to end
As the trail leads to a government win
Another bad guy locked away
While the real criminals continue to play
So my sentence gets raised
By decades but I’m not amazed
Hood kingpins get killed
While political eels continue to  
Slither and steal
But my appeal is denied
So my life flashes on by
With death ready to say goodbye
I remember very little
My mind the size of a skittle
The only thing that makes me rise
Is the last thought
Of how my mother’s chicken
Keeps me alive
Miguel Carmona III
Written by
Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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     vb, Logan Robertson and ---
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