True Story
Pants sagging low, standing on the blockFiends approaching left and right, he reaches in his sock
Hand to hand transactions, careless in his ways
No respect for freedom, no love for his days
Approaching this young man, "let me put something in your ear"
After that you can do as you please, I really don't care
He agress and runs to a dumpster, to put his stash up in it
I tell him I only need a little of his time, it'll only take a minute
And I ask
"Why are you on that corner, acting a fool
Don't you want a better life, why aren't you in school"
He then says to me
"Man forget school, I'm not learning shit
And the things I struggle in, no one helps m,e with
I know standing on the corner, looks shady
But I'm sixteen, and my girl just had a baby"
My heart fell heavy, tears filled my eyes
Because this kid from the hood, is trying to be a stand up guy
To him I reply
" I understand what you mean, and yes you mean well
But what good are you to them, if you sit in a cell
Headed up state, missing the years of your child
Because you dropped out of school, to live wild"
"Think of your mother, and the heartbreak you would bring
You have tears in your eyes, so you know what I mean
There are better ways, man I'm willing to help
Some things in life, you can't do yourself"
He reaches over, and shakes my hand
I welcome him to one of the first steps, to being a man
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