I am...

I am a product of the alley ways and corner fights... The broken bottles... And screaming nights...

The helicopter plays the role of alarm clock... Wouldn't be bad if is was morning and my dream hadn't stopped...
I am the hoods finest product...
 But it don't recognize me...
Stereotypically I am a boy staring at a time piece... 
Tryna become a man... 
I'm glad I found the tools 
I hope one day my pops can...
No sights no see it doesn't matter to me...
Cuz a diamond still shines when there's no ones to see...
I am a gentle man flowers in my hand and chocolate kisses in the other...
I woulda been a dope boy but thank God for my mother...
And my sister... She played her part...
She'd say... Keep them grades up I know that you smart...
So that C I got didn't please me no more...
I went and grabbed an A So I can take back jus ta show her...
So now I feel like I owe her...
And I'm owing my mom to...
Get mind right and feel the time is past due...
I bare deferent blood then my brother...
In my defense...
He bares a different father(?) and mother...
We related not through relations but aspiration of making it out of isolated nation
The hood... I am trapped inside the hood... I long to be free... 

I am hip hop with no beat... So yall see poetry...

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