Take You Back

I write rhymes about my lifetime
Good times and when I wasn't in my right mind
Dressed in black with a mask like I fight crime
To hide the pain in my eyes I was trained to disguse all this anguish inside
But still I remained on this ride even though I lost my lifeline
I’m not Mr. Glass, I'm more like Wolverine
When the odds are too extreme I'm built to last
Spam cooking in the kitchen
Top Raman as a side dish, just envision
Daydreaming bout a grilled steak with all the fixings
You wanna get it, but you’re too broke to pay attention
On top of that you got bugs all in your house
Scared to sleep cuz a roach might crawl in your mouth
As soon as you do, gun shots get you up fast, plus
Your mother grabs you and makes you get inside the bathtub
With no water in sight
I got older and learned she was guarding my life
And your gone so depression's much harder to fight
I carry on because the lessons that you taught me were right
When tragedy strikes I respond better
The savagery of life could've had my arm severed
Marianne Williamson wrote about me when she penned the poem you are powerful beyond measure

*Reads Our Deepest Fear Poem*

Yeaahhhhhhhhh
I'll take you back to the 90s when I was hanging
With my church friends, skippin sermons was the arrangement
We wasn't gang banging or slangin just maintaining
Every Sunday stealing from Schnucks, ain't nothing changing
I had few clothes still hoes viewed me as famous
Dirty pants but heavy starch ironed the stains in
The metro link came in 93', soon you'd find me
With Casey Francis, the furthest thing from a dime piece
But the homie was sacred, so I approached her
Fright Night, Six Flags by the roller coasters
And she probably don’t remember me
Her cherry been popped but I gave her my virginity
Hoping my sex to her’s the best that its ever been
Around that time momma stopped taking her medicine
Her health started declining around the time when
We searched for Christ every night, but couldn't seem to find him
DAMN, I’m thinking why the fuck we tithing
Preacher prophecizing, why the hell he lying?
February 26, I remember crying
Looking in my moms eyes, I could tell she's dying
But you were strong to the end, and you'll always live on through my pen; and that's a vow
I took the lessons you gave me and joined the navy, went to college, graduated with honors I know I made you proud