Once cried before my grandmother's
eyes when that stroke caused her to
no longer recognize my eyes; but the
love never changed.
Died a thousand deaths when my brother
perished, but always know one day
we gone ball again;
felt heartache's pain when she allowed
the old to replace the new, so i flipped &dipped
to a different residence, but never lost the
love; back in the gap loved to play hide and
go get it, thought life couldn't get better
until i felt my 1st nut, spit without a chick;
memories of one playing 2 hand touch
pumping in the cut, growing up rapidly
avoiding daily tragedies, searching for
the ghetto remedy but poverty is an
everyday reality living in this insanity;
so on bent knees i prayed;
Lord please protect me and my future seeds
from principalities and false family...