Broke my family up, he should have

freaking left that woman.  

I remember

my momma cried herself to

sleep with bruises

on her cheeks while I walked

the streets.

I had roaches and no carpets,

my mattress by the garbage.

Banging 13 with my blue rag,

kicking it with my pet and her

blue eyes, paranoid about those

free me lights.

Getting drugged by a bunch of

hood rats, lost throwing my life

away while my two homies got laid

out. My life was thrown in a cell,

lost

doing heroin … But when I fall

I get back up and just remember

it’s time

to grow up.

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