Black Boy Fly

9 years later you ain’t the boy I went to school with

You on the bad side is no longer a myth.

We used to play at the park after school and on weekends;

talk about how we’d never change and always be friends.

But my mama got tired and moved us out the ghetto,

 To the other side of town we started living like the white folks,

And it broke my heart I couldn’t take you with me

I just wanted to save you, wanted you to feel free.

I heard rumors you switched up, got beat by the cops

Screaming “F 12” and dodging opps

Kinda knew this would happen, you missed out on your pops

Now your only form of income is what comes out of pots.

In my mind I feel like this is all my fault

I should have been there so I take blame by default.

Should have shown you the better way when I started learning

I knew deep inside your spirit was yearning.

Being a dope boy was never your dream

Your great great grandpas grandpa died a king

And you’ll die a criminal in somebody’s prison

All cause they ain’t teach you, all cause you ain’t listen.

There’s something they ain’t tell us the black schools was missing.

I made it out and I wish you did too,

I wish I could have reached you and changed your view.

Dope aint the only way to eat and crack and the only way to survive

Its black doctors and lawyers open your eyes!

They told you look at the stars and said you’d never reach it

“black boys can’t fly, come on be realistic

Your mamas on welfare, your daddy is a mystery

And you young man will be a repeat of history”

People make it out the ghetto and never look back

 Forget to tell the other people how to escape the trap

I was reminiscing and realized I did that too

Forgot everybody, I even forgot you

And who’s to say what would have happened if I didn’t

Know you’d be better, know you’d be different.

And one day the cycle won’t repeat

Kids in the ghetto WILL have enough to eat

Won’t have kids young and will go to college

No longer be dope boys but filled with knowledge!