It’s sad that my

It’s sad that my grades steady declining Momma always whining Crying But she not understanding That all the things she’s demanding Is making me upset and I don’t really know How I’m suppose show The man in my family How to be a hero That shhh.. Don’t go Or flow I sit quiet wit my head Down low Cause Dexter, Linwood, and the Blvd Ain’t got nothing for me What I need is peace Between my knees my fingers Need release While theirs 10 fools on the streets To hurt Sup you and disperse you What you suppose to do Rhetorical devices Give me the license To speak freely On how you living the accidental Something mental That you didn’t ask to be into Trying not to be the statistic Running around putting my stick Where neatly fits it Where you realize all that mess is a trick To get you to be an accidental Sperm donor Worm holder Something you once again don’t want control over (breathe) im sober But I get tired of having to hold ya But I’ll always be yo soldier Mother And although im devoted To the game that’s gone get me toted I wish it was noted That this ish ain’t easy Please believe me But I’ll be your accidental slaved out hero If it’s gone help me get into Rutgers, SUNY PURCHAE, Mellon SMU That’s why I’m still going And going going? So in less than a year I can be 525,000 Miles Away from you? Than I’ll be your accidental………… hero.