The Struggle

They say man up,

Because life is a setup.

What about your friends ?

Are you sure they're don't just follow trends.

You cry, and cry,

You scream for someone to standby.

You hear no answer,

Only to be hit by the your mother's breast cancer.

Education wasn't your thing,

What happen to the encouragement of Martin Luther King.

Every night, the same tears run down your face,

As your mother, wonder why you're a disgrace.

She looks back, remembers you skipping,

In Nana Gracie's bright green meadows.

But now you're grown, you just like to be stripping,

Now you're just caught in the mix of the ghetto.

There isn't a rainbow in the sky,

I guess there ain't no turning back to junior high.

Before Pops was sent to deathrow,

Before this Grown Woman turned into hoe.

Pops said "Man up",

Because life is a setup,

And you gotta keep your head up .