How? Because....

How? Because...

Teen Boy

I chose the struggle,

I chose to hustle,

Now I'm to blame

for the way my lil' brother

acts every day. 

Blood's not always thicker than water

'till you see that coffin,

Motivation, There's no stopping

When you're in the fast lane,

They call it a game

but there's no playing

Sometimes life is the admission.

Who's paying?

Addiction took my life away

to me a knife is no way of payment

No one keeps it real in this place

How come?

Because alone...they're on knees praying,

Real talk nobody can take it,

For me, I can't take being away from the streets.

Tears of a soldier

If you hear a tear drop on the floor

Out of cell 1E4

That's ain't ride-or-die

in the heat

They run-or-hide

can't take the streets

No I love you

Don't say it because the streets don't love too

The streets are cold and hearltless

So I'm only eating with who I started with,

This is the real me,

This is what the streets make young

Loyal teens out to be.

 

Resist Temptation

Resist Temptation

Teen Boy

There's only lies in these elections

life is just about prime selection

tryng my best to resist temptation

'cus my life's full of deception.

Everyone around wants to feel some acceptance

but for many it means grabbing the weapon

My life so far has been me second guessing

really not a student, never got the lesson.

Now, the only thing on my mind

are the years of my time

Why'd I ever do the crime

Didn't read between the lines.

I was trying to grind on my shine

But now all the time to focus on my rhymes

Now I'm locked up with my own kind

from misdemanors to felonies

all I see is orange in a big chunk of my memories

When I pass, will anyone remember me

or just the judge that condemended me

Hopefully Jesus will transcend me.

Poetic Justic

Poetic Justice

Teen Boy

My Momma told me to stay home

But boy, oh, boy did I want to roam

Hated the thought to be alone

So I hit the streets that I call home

Now look at me,

all alone 

as I talk to Momma on the DYC phone.

Locked Up

Locked Up

Teen Boy

I always kicked it with the homies
'Causing trouble until I got stopped.
When I got pulled over,
Sometimes I cooperated with the cops.

Some of the Police Officers were nice
But when they pulled me over,
I was on ice.

I'd always tell them I was heading home,
But they didn't believe me.
So in the end,
I found myself in a cell
all alone.

When I'm locked up,
Sometimes I was happy
because no one was there to support me
but my family.