Paris

One Thirteen, Can mean many things. It's a symbol, some people ask me why I remember Because it seems like yesterday when I was just so little. This life, it feels like a riddle While I'm being belittled. This is the day my cousin was born, And lives were torn. My old life, I now mourn While I'm trying to reform. And as I perform greatness I want everyone to know this all comes from the heart. And just know it wasn't recent because it's all from the start. On this day I was afraid of coming out of my cage Kids my age walking with anger and talking with rage. In my mind, I'm thinking that it's a phase. I wish they knew how much they life weighed like Dwayne. I can't explain, why these young black men rather blow brains instead of get good grades They wonder why the KKK looks at us like we insane Why?!?!?! I can't explain. But I'm wondering who's sane like Saddam I try to remain calm but I ask the question what should I do. Thinking about the city I'm in and the city I knew. My mother told me the only way out of Newark is to find your way through. One-Thirteen, in my eyes is a start of a dream. In others eyes, it's the day my cousin turned eighteen. This is the day to start work and end all this play. This is the day I stepped foot in N-E-W-A-R-K