where i'm from

we like those speakful car conversations talking about relationships and songs that songs that were number one hits how life has changed alittle lyrically spitten versus of how our roots are thicker than blood and we want this to work for love and set backs, growing up and tiding things up while we drive along the concrete yellow lines and fenced up ghettos where i come from were once corner stores and and playgrounds passing by all these once were summer trees it's the elementaries we like talking about how we were once kids on swings and slides building an imagination of sand castles in the sky explaining these stories of what were meant to be so I can jot down memories and make it come alive like you ain't never heard before uh broken up pen and one sheet of paper that i lay but their is just so much shit i gotta say, WHEN YOUR BORN INTO POVERTY where my roots grow deeper beneath me traditionally likewise I come from the secret my brown skin is haunted from and so I scribble on my hands like tatoos to the deeper the flesh the more colorful the ink and the needle goes right through...and it hurts to remember like those family gatherings of july barbecue sunday mornings chillin in the grass while the grown ups sipped on corona we sipped on Jarritos soda sliding our fingers through the green clean grass from where we sat just so we can make this feeling last when we saw the colors orange and yellow so that he heat cooked up an action like wet rocks and green trees, the smell of incence, keeping the coffee brewin and the music made us HIP HOP RAISED US the seasons got the best of us changing us written all over our smiles when we danced beneath the stars and talked until we reached the early morning remenecing sitting back as i was a younger me on Stover 1107 ave st I come from washington middle school that raised us up and YES WE WERE THOSE WANNA BE GHETTO KIDS that everyone claimed us to be because as kids we played as kings and queens pretending from the people we come from we will be their someday and through whatever weather shuffling cards of only hearts and spades we played it off well because you see even though we had it rough we always had enough YES we were those kids on the block rappin to the coolest because we knew through even hard times we were still....cool? from where we sat the rain poured on the linger of our skin cleaning us from every relative sin and their was just something about the fresh morning air sunday morning ash wednesday as the ashes smeared on our foreheads to let the world know of the sacrifices we been through describing our hand held moments of cancer our get away cars and vacations are like the sand of an hour glass so are the days of our lives spending birthdays and anniversary weekends at days inn when my dad had alittle to much to drink. Talking about how things were less complex we like talking about how things were less complex we like talking about how we were once excellence how christmas has changed since we've been kids why it dosen't snow anymore because winter has always brought the worst out of us that's why we ain't got time to vizualize green on our minds like the summer skies why we struggle to make time we got those faded balloons at every party from call in school days and low pay work days we got those memorizing constellations and tribulations trying to substain our stamina we like to laugh and cry a little lose and win a little steady advancing from struggle cuz never selling our soul is our philosophy so from the lenses of the egyptianal eyelids in a telescope you can finally see that i come from a clear across view of like.... Astronomy