There is absolutely nothing glamorous
About spending your son’s birthday
Behind steel bars.
And there is nothing romantic
About a pregnancy test
And a twelve step program
( Don’t fucking jump.)
You tell your children to get out of the streets
But publicize them like a Hollywood movie set
And turn your murderers into hometown heroes
We should be idolizing
The ones that made it out
Not the ones that make it in.
A Benz and some paper
Is never worth dying
At the age of 23.
Respect is earned from surviving the streets
Not taking others down with you.
How can you sleep at night
Wearing a diamond encrusted fucking Rolex
While your neighbors don’t have food to eat.
The only time that’s on their mind
Is the day the rent is due.
How dare you sell these people
Fucking crack rocks and meth
To make yourself richer.
Save the last for yourself.
Heaven’s a pipe dream
Hell’s a nightmare
Society is purgatory.