I've found myself
Waking up with a wet face
and a dampen pillow
From a dream about a childhood
In which was stolen from me
To many times to count
I've caught myself
Reaching for the little girl's hand
that I used to be
But then loosing her grip
Too Often
I've cried after realizing
That I just asked God why me?'
And then hearing my Grandmothers voice
Repetitively telling me, "Somebody Got It Worse"
But inside always thinking that, that Somebody was me.
But every once in a while
I said a little prayer
After I thought about Lil Shad
And his four sisters
That had to sleep in the alley
On cardboard boxes
Because his mama choose to
Smoke crack
But then compared it to things in my life
Like how I watched my twin cousins Daniel and Nathaniel
Die on 35th street
Because they choose not to be broke all they life
Instead they found work, and they had all the money they ever wanted
To bad they didn't live past the age of 15
And it's fuc.ked up
Cause it wasn't even at Drive by
It was a stop and shoot
I watched a bullet past my chest by 6 inches
Then I had to burn the outfit I was wearing
Cause it was covered in their blood
Now who the f.uck has it worse?
Who has had to sit in the same room
And watch there own sister get rapped
Who has had to sneak out the basement window
Just to know their safe?
Who wakes up every morning
Restless and Mourning?
Asking God not to regret them?
Who goes to sleep every night
Asking God to watch over there big brother
As he ruins his life?
Because if you do this
And your mind is still true
My heart goes out to you
*Not my best AT ALL!...but I'd love it if you would comment and vote*
