Dare you read this
And my truth be further known
I started out
The ******* child
A soul abused and alone
After four children
Of his own
I became the child
Father would not condone
The drunken *******
Was always ******

I found love out there on the streets
Always staying ******
With a young gang or
Friendly thief's
They taught me the ropes
How a city boy is supposed to cope
It's been
Eight years now, out of the pen
I look back and cringe
It all started in a place called
Flint.......