Growing up in DC aint so sweet as can be.
As a child I was exposed to so much in that so called "hood"
Momma always tried to tell me the stuff I saw was no good.
The heights, thats where i'm from, Ain't how it use to be
Nah, seeing with my own eyes, bodies, babies they all would flee
kids mothers and fathers all strung out,
some kids only wishing they could just leave
leave that life, and get the hell out.
I always was in school
Never really had a choice.
I was only praying for better days
but god didnt really give me that choice.
My mom would always struggle
so we really didnt have much.
but I didnt give her a fuss because all she had was us.
seems like everything was looking up
Until that man with the red car decided to hit my sister
right outside my apartment building
Thats when I wanted to give up on life
You know its funny because
death is a cold winter when you cant get outside of your house,
you cant leave,
and eventually you give up on the snow subsiding and you sleep.
As I grew older everything was like a blur
I even stop going to school.
Until one day I saw a picture
of my baby sister on that school trip with me
we were smiling
her smile is what keeps me going
to make my mom proud
to get her out that "hood"
so she can see her oldest child
say "I made it" and College was my way out.