Sing a song of sixpence,
Drunk off the rye,
Tricked blackbird sentenced,
Skunked, yet overwhelmed with pride.
A drunken fool don’t know better.
A man used to taken licks,
By his own half-cut father.
And was abandoned by his mother,
At the age of six.
Growing up to believe that his value,
Was only worth six cents.
Piling more weight onto the ice,
Wondering when he’ll breakthrough?
Trapped in the ducts,
Because that’s the only time he can vent.
Tried health services once,
But they tried to crucify him like Christ.
Wrong skin tone, so he outta luck!
Left to the vices, let the demons pounce!
Lashing out because the only time people listen,
Is when you’re a risk.

Some folks choose to see the actions,
But ignore the cries.
Need some glasses,
To see how some people are vandalized.
Yet some still stay desensitized.
Death on every block,
Don’t mean ****, till it reaches our lives.