Every day on the way to my elementary,
I used to see people slang drugs,
Thiefs, gang members and street thugs,
And I thought it was always meant to be.
Witness my Dad beat on my Momz,
And when he was done with her,
The feeling in the air of being scared,
Made it seem life wasn't fair.
After my father passed away,
My Mother felt hopeless and stray,
Left abondoned in her own way,
As a result of that,
She turned bitter and cold after that day.
When I was a kid,
I used to cherish the tomorrow today,
Too much violence so we couldn't play,
I just close my eyes and pray,
Just so that my childhood,
Stays far from a replay.