Inheritance
I am the infamous son
firstborn of danger and fun
raised in tender care and sanctuary
at the playground running a Hail Mary
blacktop with woodchips under swingsets
rock a flat-top and nike kicks for race bets
and when the sun sets I watch the moon glow
some nights I would creep out the backdoor slow
cause God bless the moon and God bless me,
and that's the first rhyme I learned from mommy
The eldest of four, responsible
let's all go explore, unstoppable
cool Autumn breeze at our backs
as we walked those railroad tracks
hometown heroes in our heart
everyone knew our parents start
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