Brought up with beans and cheese.
Holding a Jesus piece.
On his knees every night, begging to god, please
He’s suffocating, but he wont give up.
He feels being poor, is slashing his throat
so he wakes up.
He turned 13 yesterday and started selling crack,
he fell back, on his back,
at 15 overdose and said fuck that.
He tried hitting the books but it did no good,
he was the goodie, tush, pussy
from the neighbor hood,
Confused and abandoned against his attacker
he takes a stand,
the streets thought him something,
show fear for no man.
He cuts a break and helps out his brother.
Took a hit
for a crime he did not commit.
He thought this was it.
He did something right,
3 bullets to his heart
he paid with his life.
They thought he was a rat cuz he took a left,
3 days before his 18 birthday
his own blood putting to rest.
So today I lay here by his grave
and god did answer him back with a