Memories

Thoughts dig deep like when i stood about two feet... u sat on the porch and smoked tweeds... i made mud pies to throw in the streets... i sat on the porch and played "bingo" aka "that's my car"we walked 5 blocks school didn't seem that far... 3 blocks in, you stopped at the bar so 2 blocks i ran...damn then you met him... and we moved in a few years later i had a little sister... he was a real hustle man with a junk trunk in the front and stash in the back over the attic where i stayed at... he had three stacks in a can in a hole in the yard... next to the old broken down brougham brown car... his friends used to come over all the time... knock on the side door and buy this thing he called the pine... nickels, dimes, and quarters he taught me my math...no certain order... then we moved from the west to lively and i had to ride a bus and highly... hated it!!! but when they said i couldn't read... yea, that's the way they stated it... i had to leave the honors school and go to public one Ha...the new school said i was to smart for my own good but i didn't fit with the geeks... so, I'm burning down the block and search the neighbor while you were gone to work...i ran the hood... Key around my neck, latched to my Jordan, or on my handle bars... one time i went to far and didn't have a car... i didn't get home till 11...a least i prayed to the heaven... cause i caught a flat... and this was way back...had to walk my bike it was dark... started to run cause some stupid dog barked... i got home spooked... it was just me... 7 came quick i got up for school... little did you know what i went through... but hey i made it and pride came through... yep I'm the man...who... me that's who... and then you met him...

"My heart, my life, my song"

Born 4/2/1980 to a little light skinned red haired lady
she was discharged about three days later

to a world that was misunderstood
like a lonely sheep left out to the wolves

she was to young to go out on her own
about two years later she was out on her own

GED in one hand JAG in the other
Now that's what you call a single black mother

Had to get a job just to feed my mouth
her 11 to 7 was a 12 round bout

but never alone cause GOD helps his own
with the master chaperon she raised a milestone

wash my own clothes wash my own dishes
played by myself may a lot of wishes

thank you Momma for bring the wild child out the jungle
now I'm warmed up ready to rumble this is my heart this is my life this is my song.

co2005.
JaG