I Belong

I belong in a jail cell I belong in the streets Selling that weed Slaggin’ that coke Sippin that alkie drink Till I’m broke. Crossing the street With nothing to eat Watching which direction To take, everyday walking Nearer to that yellow tape. I belong in a crack addict’s attic Counting that dough Chasing that paper. Trying to keep track of which baby momma I have to snatch from That white, stuck up, bow tied prissy So called lawyer. Lawyer, social worker, white, black Don’t care All still try to get that green Coming up here in my block My hood, my raza, my home. I belong in my momma’s house With a pretty metal ring Attached to my feet. Ya, you think you see me in Back of that Costco Stocking up some Tabasco. You judge me on every street When I eat, how I eat, What I say, when I say it. Even when I’m asleep. Can’t a brotha look like an ol’Sigmud Freud with out you thinking I’m asking. Stereotype me, discriminate me Come on I DARE you, Have you noticed I haven’t Cursed once on this sheet Coz there is no need But, if I did I’d say something like this I’m no Facisist I’m Unique I’m no Communist I’m a Keeper And not some creeper So respect me when I walk the streets coz I’m just like you just with different shoes.