On the block
It was where many buildings lay
A dim hazy view
The sky was dark gray
On this exact day
We would learn our true paths
This specific event
Would choose where we'd last
We all came from the women
But did she stay
I laid in bed with my brother
For a few days
We waited for a pay
That probably wouldn't come
We all were afraid
That we'd dwindle to eating crumbs
The buildings were alike
They were alongside each other
Would my family stay that way
That was my only wonder
When my dad came back
He'd been a victim to the chambers
He gave us all we needed
We needed no more favors
For a few years
My parents argued
I cried and swallowed
This was a problem
In second grade
Dumb but brave
I became solemn
But still a victim to the haze
My mom would pray
We were raised
Whipped and slapped
When we didn't behave
I fought in school
Gained a few bruises
Usually in trouble
It all was a nuisance
This story has no conclusion
But brooklyns such footage
Of what life was like
Growing up and avoiding being a hoodlum
