I'm in desperate need of some good news,
I'm on my second baby daddy, but I don't even know his name.I guess that's what happens when you use liquor to cope with the painof my mama working 3 jobsmy sister on crack rocklittle brother slowly going insane and the youngest just joined a gangI guess it really pours when it rainsI haven't seen my sister in 4 daysevery night I pray that she okaymy best friend on the first floor just got hit yesterday with a fatal strayand not a hand in the world is big enough to wipe the tears away.because I was born on the blockwhere a block always hotand you hope to make it out some day My favorite corner store got robbedand the man that did it, just happen to be blackthe own doesn't care that he was on crackand that it could've been anybody, any race using that same drug.so why do I have to be racially profiled for being a black child.l mean you chose to exploit our urban environment,trying to make a quick centno matter how your business adds to the growing rate of drug traffickingdiabetes and nicotine fits.Now I'm not saying your the cause of it,but shytyou take some of the blame for it.Now it's a hassle trying to slip for five centI remember giving you 30 cent tipsjust because you always had my favorite chips and licoricenow you look at me so differentyou don't live in this neighborhoodyou come here and get what you can getthen go home and kiss your wife on the lips eat every nightand forget all about the crazy and scary shhbut I was born on the blockwhere a block always hotand you hope to make it out some day and overcome it some way....