Indulged in the asphalt;

picked up and splattered

tires spinning as we fought

blood dispensed assumed christmas cake batter.

Sometimes it was for play-play

other times it was game 7,

on any given day

you had to trigger your source into a Mack-11.

Used the trees outback

Sir what is a restroom?

wiped my hands wit some leaves

Why not toilet paper?

No toilet bowl yet soft tissue to flush in.

Some days we eat ramen noodles in the dark,

wouldn’t see mama for days on days unless we

was playin by the mound in the yard.

In the back fence go ahead you could look;

no need to though;

didn’t wanna be hooked.

One glance that way and your eyes would stick,

Similar to a pimp when his hand made a fist.

Didn’t know what to do tears turnt into mist,

knew that she was only worried bout gettin her

daily fix.

Stallion of the stable I became at the age of six

no movies or games we was living in the hood flicks.

Me, Angelo, Russle and Reesey

only had oursleves;

no other pieces.

Stumbling from door to door asking for a donation

Charity of your choice?

But knew it was compensation.

Labeled in rotation

No need for condensation

Knew that the Lord

had us in the eyes of the waitin.

Felt we needed a little tribulation

so when we made it to

we would not forget about our placement.

The boy in the spot of the room that I was in

doing the very thing I did at that moment.

I’m prayin for you and when I make a way

remember that this is the reason I mentioned your name.

Come back to me report and cite my name

know that once you do I will help you ease your pains.

Emotional stains that leave unwashed sanity

hope to my mama that my voice is revealed through

her insanity and openly candidly

I hope she still alive

tears ridin on a murk rode through my heart

hoping they don’t die.

Cried so many times

suit handkerchiefs had to commit drive-bys

but even that couldn’t stop the ever glowing

eye rise.

Hidden through emotion

passed in every notion

hoping that my wounds lay flowing through an ocean.

Know I needed coaching but daddy was never there

recreational coaches provided a home when I knew

nowhere.

After practice drives to a stable environment

got so used to ducking my head they thought

I needed a psychiatrist.

So used to gettin under my bed

thought that was the only way to sleep

stayed wit a pillow in case I ever

needed to think.

They thought I was so crazy

but I was just so set in my ways

if you wanted to survive

you had to do some fucked things.

Some say it was insane

others say it was rough

but I say hell nah;

it’s just the way we grew up!