A home I made in a broken community
Stolen I came to learn the lost of my neighbours
Dignity, Privilege in God’s name food on the table,
A bed to lay my head down in stable but gratitude
Shown, a roof over my head a shelter for years I’ve known

Raised by two with no figure of a man which is non
A bond I never had suppose to be like father and son
Never said I was raised wrong but a problem I encountered,
At teenage life of not being physically strong

Outstanding I became even on my own
As teenage my age immaturity kept shown,
Force to be grown, let alone years it would take to full fill my throne