Never Too Late
Born free to a Queen
dreams unlimited.
Yet society sets limitations
staggering my imagination.
staggering my imagination.
City walls built up
caging me in ,
caught up in my circumstances
I try not to give in.
caging me in ,
caught up in my circumstances
I try not to give in.
Streets claim my innocence ,
my life no longer my own,
my life no longer my own,
My mama sits at home ,
praying for my soul !
praying for my soul !
In and out of jail
incarceration seems imminent ,
will this cycle ever change ?
I scream in frustration
"got dammit " !
Now I have a son who looks up to me ,
but please believe ,
this is not how I dreamed
my life would be.
but please believe ,
this is not how I dreamed
my life would be.
I have to make a change ,
because my little man's watching.
I have to break free of this bondage ,
that society has placed upon me.
I have to stop making excuses ,
I'm here because of choices that I made.
But thank the Lord it's never too late ,
I'm here because of choices that I made.
But thank the Lord it's never too late ,
too late to make a change.
So now my world and my life ,
is all about my son "JatSean"!
is all about my son "JatSean"!
I will guide his steps ,
and with his every achievement
my past will then be undone.
I'll watch him grow ,live ,and learn
never making my same mistakes.
never making my same mistakes.
For God has given me a second chance ,
in my seed ,my namesake!
in my seed ,my namesake!
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