Real Poem

Real Poem

It seems like Uncle Sam forgot about his prodigal sons

Leaving us under the influence of those who claim to tote powerful guns

So when people say a change gonna come, we wonder where they got their periodicals from

Cause every day the same shallow dreams and vices continue to power the slums

Our urge to shine is a powerful one, so to provide the funds we do anything to find that loot

Then we drink down our pride with $1 ice tees and cheap wonton soup, whoop

Question our hustle because unlike you we don’t spend our proof

Your arrogance got you misplaced like a dude rocking all blue yelling sewoop

See we know our lane, so we be in Pathmark flexing hard with our EBTs

Thrift shop flow like Macklemore, and still looking good when we in these streets

The struggle don’t phase you, well to us it’s apparent

Despite the love from our parents, most of the time its debt we inherit

But we grin and bear it, because what little wealth they had, they ain’t hesitate to share it

And we fight to end the cycle so our kids’ won’t have to fear it

So don’t tell us real recognize real when you try to run our pockets

Cause how real you can be when you rob your brethren for profit

Can’t rob us if our feet work, so we bolting like usain

So the man in the mirror is the only one who you’re playing

But damn, even though you try to stick us our paper, we still get on our knees

And pray that you realize that the true paper to chase are diploma and degrees.