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Chapter Two



Sister leaves at sixteen

Saddened

She was my teacher

Protector

Me and middle child lost with no direction

I turned to the bible, but still didn’t understand

I took the beat downs and flip it

Because after this and street thug was child’s play

Since it be free

I took up the art of smoking j’s

Smokey haze was quite a muse to spit rhymes

Late night held in a cell accused of sex crimes

Cause cous had a bunch of unteens in my house

Was cleared in a couple of hours

Life was over for a couple of hours

Eyes red in a couple of hours

I decided to baptize myself with knowledge for hours

Through me must run the blood of a slave

Jim crow relative

I decided I could over come

Schools starting to call for me to attend

Conferences scheduled but none I’d attend

At least I ended up with a friend once I got to high school

No one else in the line made it there

Here is where mind is becoming defined now

Please not because of the books

Inner city schools are run by crooks

See the street hustle calls me but the lines disconnected

I got at job at pop eyes

Now my check he eyes

“ You got to pay you way”

Shit and who’s way are you paying

The welfare line my mom stay in

So I should send my check to them

Of course more than once I plotted to kill

But I remembered THOU SHALT NOT

Finally I had coins to create cleans close and found out

Health centers cleaned teeth

Hey shorty what’s your name?

Finally emerged my from lips

And she dug me