The Truth

By the color of your shoes, I'll know if youre a crip, by the way you hide your face, I'll know if he busted your lip. By the way you ask me, More Juice Viks? I know you must feel rich. Bc this is the truth, smooshed in a ditch. So many times we hide. Hide behind our lipstick of lies. To please only those who dont pay our bills, feed our souls, or hear our cries. But why? Why isnt top ramen enough? Why is sardines too much? Why cant we just eat the left over food & be satisfied? Its too embarrassing right? Ashamed to be poor but we're not! Living in tha cold, man we are hot! They dont know the things we been thru, so why do we care about what they think. We had brothers die before our virgin eyes could blink. We lost sisters to the struggle in life. Had her baby before she was a wife. & that boy aint no where to be found. & so his child will only see him as a coward. Aint you had enough? Aint you tired of a life so rough? The truth is sitting on our eyes so why deny it? You know all theyre selling us is lies, so why buy it!? It doesnt matter where you from. Aint matter what you did bc its done. Im tellin ya, listen to what tha truth gots to say. These rich folks yellin you gotta keep pushin is dummy cliche. Stop draggin your feet on the broken past, cutting your soles then bleed your life out on each piece of glass. Stop forcing yourself foward & rise up! Put your shoes on, you had enough! Work hard to be what you wanna be. No dream is foolish just believe you can achieve. Dont you remember nas? I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be. So just know you can. Be what you wanna be. If you work hard at it, youll be where you wanna be. Amen!

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