A Walk Through Brooklyn

Tre Got A Problem

Let me start this story at the middle

see this boy Tre, well his life’s a riddle

see his Pop fiddle with crack

more than a little and it got him slippin’

see he can’t be what his son need

cause he too busy hustlin’ for money

he gotta’ get high, but how Tre gonna’ get wise

when all he got is chips

LOVE completes the pie

Tre got a problem, he takes his Pop home high

forget about mom, she’s down for the cause

fourteen years old she tell Tre just be strong

he got both parents but he really all alone

big sis on the phone always trying to bone

so like a cell phone he just left to roam

to play the streets when it’s dark

when hearts turn to rock,

all he seen was big kids playing with steel

and still, they instilled, bad habits

he thought, was good intentions, for real!

So, hustlers took Tre in

student to the game now he next a kin

he just cross borders like a Mexican

can’t even count but he learn how to grind

the advice was

the more money you make the more you shine

Tre  thought, “If I make bread, Pa and I can spend

more time”

not knowing, the truth, the game just rewind

now, Tre in rotation, money is fluctuating

it was all gravy, ‘till one day Tre is left waiting

his phone went off, most likely it was tap

he heard a familiar voice

that told him “to meet me round back”

I don’t know if Tre was strapped

but Tre was playing the building

when his Pop came for a hit, he saw Tre face, his

face turn blue

like magic, his father remembered he was married

with children

staring at each other feeling meek and bleek

couldn’t even speak, cops rushed swift in a sweep

they was watching Tre, and all it took was a week

cops laughed out loud

cause they look so alike

as father and son was put in cuffs

tears faithfully drop

morale of the story

Tre got a problem

so fathers do your part.