Broken Homes from the Start ( The Hood through my Eyes)

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60621
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41° 46' 31.098" N, 87° 38' 29.9112" W
60621
United States
41° 46' 31.098" N, 87° 38' 29.9112" W

I Grew up fatherless


Then Metamorphized into something Heartless


Picture the Tin-Man of the Wizard of Oz


Bent out of shape because he wanted to feel love and embrace!!


How thus story begins is in a Cold Case..


The Only father example I had was Jesus, The Son of God


But that didn’t help this young man that stayed in the wild!!


I saw survival ,love and hate and Poets greater than Great Oscar Wilde


Well, as my words soak deep into your pores


 Another glimpse of this flick unfolds


The Young women looked for Love


Love in the wrong faces


All what they got in replace


 Was deep lust from us


 Wrapped in no emotionAnd deep penetration


Was a young nigga in the hood focus


But no Father insight…


The closest love they got was getting praised from pulling out another young girl braids in a fight!!!


The young men were the worse;


Saturday morning was filled with tears.


A another young nigga passenger


 In the back of the infamous hearse..


Later on reminiscing on the good times with his legacy tattooed  on our Shirts.


“Gone but never Forgotten” 


Generational Cursed is how I saw it!!


 The streets that took love but never deposit any back!!


Willing to die for this mythical thing that wouldn’t even die for you back


Wood St ,Verdon addition, I have seen many slayings and endless killings


For what you might ask? The hell if I know…


But if the streets keep calling they always went back


And continue falling


Dying for something that’s not their own


A slave to their environment,


A vagabond to TYRANTS (GANGSTA and THUGS)


I SAW my PEOPLE HURTING


Paying for their forefathers blood and innocent murders


Heres a precentage for those who like numbers


 97% of fathers in my hood was none existences


But I Turned out better without that man


Modern day Pharisee my Dad;


A man who couldn’t control his fueling hatred of me


Me I was a lost seed


Shipwrecked


Spitting image of this guy who hated me


Truly I learned how to think like a man and see the forest through the trees


 From watching the black enterprise of episodes of “The Cosby’s”

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