INNER-CITY LIFE
Just lil ole me writing under a tree. Looking up at the clouds that make me feel free. I give a crooked smile all the while looking over at my kids and I give a wink. Reassuring them I'm their protector. I come from a place where I have to lock my doors watch our backs and pray for no more. The kids are killing eachother in my streets, the parents don't know any better because their behind bars. The grand-parents are left to raise their second blood-line. I try my best to look away but how can you when it's happening every-day?
INNER-CITY LIFE
My heart will mend
It’s only a minor set back
I have to look ahead
And make sure I stay on track.
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I stand alone and feel the water I'm
wet cold/hungry for peace
I reach out for the rain but my hands
are always empty
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I find myself with the shakes and the sweats;
I ask myself what's wrong with me
How can I have numbness like this?
What did I do, what did I take
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Life’s lessons are hard to endure
Lessons learned;
Help you reach for much more
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