Gazelles on our faces throwing rocks at planes
Standing in the cheese line for a big block of cheese
Eating it for days wearing some dungarees
These were the days of looking forward to free lunches
Mama made sure that we went so we could fill up our stomachs
Single mothers raised us and they did their best
With food stamps and dirty diapers man it was a mess
Everybody in the hood wanted you to know their name
Just in case you forgot they'd wear around their name their neck
Sprayed it on their shirts and rapping for respect
Getting good grades in schools no longer became a priority
Especially not with rap stars coming out of poverty
My friends dropped out of school and never went back
They would stay in the studio rapping on tracks
Hoping one day you see their video on the screen
That way they feel they made it in hopes of getting some cream
It's hard to tell a kid with lyrical skills
to keep his butt in school and that he ain't that ill
He would laugh at you talk about you right in his rap
thinking he's gonna show you he will be on the map
It's hard for the teachers to gain their attention
They not driving a Mercedes so the kids don't listen
It's a fight it's a battle for the bling and the ice
That comes with sexy chicks while they throwing the dice
It's a gamble it's a dream it's mix of the two
They hoping they won't loose and that their dream comes true
- Craig S.O.G
Poetry featured in my new book. Look out for it coming soon. Untitled
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