stuck to the script
truthfully I didn't know how to actyoung misguided and blacktrying to catch up to my future was like running in a potato sackliving a real life zombie flickcrackheads in the middle of the night stealing your shhso you learned to do withoutface wet from the tears engulfed in the droughtdragged down by your peersjust a preteen trying to swallow liquid medicine to sooth the paincops storm the blockhalf the dudes you looked up to got shotit rains when it pours on the poorrubbing every lampwishing the bank people not outside knocking on your doorand every chick you meet you trying to convince to become a whorebecause bills come firstyou don't believe in love anymoreand why should you?you were old enough to see how your dad never came back through those doorsthe chances of opportunity is bleaka black men at 25 has reached his street peakplus you just seen your ex leak your so called best friend's brains out on the streetfood for thoughtnow its hard for you to eateven though there's no surprisediner is chicken flavored top roman like every other weekyou ready to rob a mf just to eat rightborn at the bottom starring at the top of the morningyou thank God then get back to the jobthinking we all do dirt like wormsit ain't no shame in making money from low aimsprison numbers like bullets in the hood they don't have no namesbut duet doto conclude I need money so I gotta do what I gotta do.....