The Tru Thangs

Every word don’t have to rhyme But I think it should have a pace. That even though times get hard We should all have our share of space. But what is space, when there is disgrace Over the color of our skin, our race? Why don’t we define ourselves as unique? And stop staring at each other and just blink. But the tru thangs come out, you see Once you know what it’s like to be me. See I am defined by the simplest things Even if it’s the sunshine or the dreary rain. School is my only way out and I know it And even if sometimes I don’t show it, I love the world I live in. They keep doubtin’ me, poutin’ be Saying I’ll be a star one day you oughta see. Knowing that everything that glitters ain’t gold Tryna hold a key to a world that’s been told. Thinking about all the children That’s in poverty. You can go to my school And that’s all you will see. My school has been graced By powerful people. The ones that we know Fighting like equals They look at us black children As if we are crazy That all of the girls are going around Having babies. That’s how Washington is viewed, And it may even exist All they want is just statistics. I’m tired of this mess. My school is great and kindred. Students that’s all about their business. We learn every day and make a better way. For us to come and learn And have a greater day. We strive for what’s right and never look back And everything I’m spitting Is real straight facts. That most of us grew up in the hood, And never had a father figure. That every time you see us, We have our mother with us. We all on Well Care tryna make a way. Mothers with babies cry In the middle of the May. Growing up with chocolate roses Little pretty girls doing magnificent poses. All the little hood boys playing football Standing on their tippy toes tryin’ not to fall. A class of 2015, that’s my graduation year. Tryna pass all my classes so I can make it out of here. My teachers are steady teaching All my classmates think they’re preaching. Boo hoo it’s time to live big and have a shine. Washington is helping me to have Something one day that I can call mine. I appreciate my school, I love that I’m here. I can represent the greatest So I wanna hear everybody cheer. Washington has opened my eyes To brighter and greater things. And even if things don’t change, I’m still me. It’s soon coming to a closin’ Tryna make the words fit. And ima still REP the BULLDOGS when I’m about 86. They say I can’t shine unless I’m GOLDEN. Tryna give the WORLD to the CHOSEN. Don’t you see what I see? A world with hatin’ and negativity. Gonna change the world with a bang. By realizing all The Tru Thangs.