pain of poverty

waking up to nothing

praying to god just for a little something

going to school just to be made fun of

you ignore them because your tired of them of

pointing and laughing, but inside ur breaking

you study hard trying to get striaght A's

at the same time daydreaming of life on the bay

nobody joins you for lunch, you cry and wish for a bunch of friends

walking home your day is over

seeing people on the streets knowing their life is over

coming home berly having a square meal

making a deal with the government its that real

going to sleep with no cool or heat

staying up all night trying to beat the noises of hell

praying to god but you see no answer

then you look up and see your under heaven

knowing that you live in the hood,

you know at the end you'll be good



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