Yes, folks, I was a kid at one point,
Afraid of gunpoint,
When i hear gunshots just blocks away.
Wasn't no ducking it,
When the cops came they were tucking it,
In the waistband the gun would stay.
Wasn't any telling,
No sir, no snitching.
Grew up on that mind your own business,
And i listened.
I grew up in a 5 person home,
Whereat night we locked the top lock,
Never knew of stuff would pop off.
Someone could probably kick in the door,
Check every drawer,
Then back out in the night on the street with our stuff lost.
A short boost from my fears from when I was seven and beyond the age of eleven,
Everything was cool,
In fact, we moved then I went to a different school.
New news, it was fewer rules,
So i saw and experienced more things that in my past I couldn't do.
Realizing what females could do
I also realized anything that can be created can also be destroyed ina blink of an eye,
A relationship,
Or somebody's life.
With people near saying they can't stop someone's take off but they will crash their landing,
Then walk away with no intention in mind of caring.
I had to move differently i had accept the fact that life be getting ugly,
But there's beauty within the struggle,
So i kept in mind to act selfish and if anyone had anything to say i would argue then rebutal,
That they weren't there with me,
That they didn't struggle,
That they didn't want help with bits and pieces of life,
That i put together on my own like a puzzle.
Had people make me feel ashamed of where i came from
And afraid of where im going
Life's a trip
I gentle dress my cold, dry, naked eyes
My eyelids, clothes, over my view.
Remembering times I almost left but not kicked out for punching crushed leaves in my system
Then clocking out,
Lock him out
Wondering if I would've left would they have missed him
Build the kid up to only brick em
Sick him to the streets
Stick em to concrete
Kicked with 4 feet
That size 13 wouldn't have felt bad but it happened my life so it wasn't nothing new to me.
Training to be silent, forced to be discrete
So if im seen to be not approachable, I swear to god that's not really me.
I don't make a lot of friends,
I'll say it again
I don't make a lot of friends
That's how I was raised to be antisocial and quiet the get yelled at for not communicating.
I come home to complaints that I don't quite fit in those size 13s
Complaints that I'm doing things wrong but I didn't quite catch any helping
Being compared to other parents kids, I find that funny
Because whenever say "well, they did that" then im looked at as a dummy.
Seeing how other kids lives are better than mine
whether they're more or less fortunate than I
But then I'm looked at bend whenever I say that I had.more to attention from the internet than from them.
Life's a trip
The life I'm living is the life I was given
One misery is another man's salvation
Realizations within different situations,
It can take a toll on one's soul.
Like one's hand reaching deep into a glass bowl
And pulling every inch of life.
Can't have a rainbow without a little rain am I right?
I would say during late nights,
When my mind sort of takes flight,
From the turbulence from my headaches right.
A sensational pain jutting in mind, giving me something to write.
About past mistakes I left behind the things that were right
Mistakes have been made,
Trust me I'm still thinking of them
Reminisce on them
Its a big list of them.
And I do think it's trip I still am missing them.
Thinking back like I should've,
I could've,
I would've,
Been a way better me,
Build a wide legacy,
And still would have old friends in high school still next to me.
But I'm so far ahead of my time,
That even in the future I be reminiscing,
About churching the youngins,
They don't be listening, they choose not to listen to my wise decisions
It's easier to build strong children
Then to repair broken men and women
I was asked
How come you to take a Bible to church every Sunday but never read it,
How every time you speak about something but you never lead it
I only plead the 5th after a swig of this fifth of Henny,
That I paid 55 dollars and 5 pennies.
5 reasons that I,
Could respond to your why,
But I lie,
And tell you my heart and mind are empty.
S
o yes folks I was a kid at one point
Afraid of gun point.
But at one point
I decided to accept that life's a trip
So I get high
A
nd rise because life's a trip
And though it's a journey,
You never know when you're gonna go.
And finally
I should've, I would've, I could've been but I was trapped between two generations, two legacies,
The two who stayed standing next to me
My lil big bro and my tiny big sis
Put under him, only to others we're just his three.
That's nell, tony, and me
