I come from the concrete cracks and stretch marks on baby mothers backs                                                              I walk outside and see emptiness                                                                                                                                      I come from the drunks on the corner asking for change
I come from poverty                                                                                                                                                                    The “ghetto” hood-rat boys sagging their pants while slanging dope
I come from trying to prove a point to the down talkers
I know that their opinion does not matter, but I still try to make my point across
I’m not going to be another statistic. I get up faithfully to go to school so I can make it out
Dead silence in my room, staring at the darkness trying to figure out my next move                                                                      Sleepless nights because of paralysis. Never wanting to shut my eyes because the fear of the image.
I come from the fear of dying over what street you grew up on. I come from the neighborhood where the gangs initiate on the elderly. I come from being beat up by gangs because of what color you wear.
I come from the streets where you have to know how to fight or you turn into prey. I come from the countless jump shots in the gym trying to better myself. But I cant do it by myself.
Help is needed!!! Sing about me.