deprived,
probably from broken homes,
neglected, rugged and
stoned
prejudice, is less likely to be everyone’s
i mean the one that
i hold
deprived,
probably from broken homes,
neglected, rugged and
stoned
fist armed,
in the grip of my imagination
embraced
i am made ready to tell it
to either
it’d be deaf
eyes or blind ears
written
in verses
or
through microphones
deprived,
probably from broken homes,
neglected, rugged and
stoned
it’s the hood out here
and
it’s like we’re in a war
with sticks and stones
might break your bones
and my moms
never did nothing but sit at home
and
all she had was hope
and go get her grant money
and vote