My City's Child

I am my city's child.  Always crying black & blue.

Birthed during the dope game/wild times.  Its

true.  My  place of safety invade by 

broads and dudes who came before me and you.

The dope game claimed their fame.

I passed by sitting on the stoop to running the 

streets to eat.  Some now call me a thief.  

The only thing stolen is my pride.  I'm ashamed

my own family's not on their game.

We're in America, grandma's home too while

good ol' grandpa worked alone.  Paid their due

for today's youth.

The European clowned us around. Brought drugs

to my town.   Put us on the 

M.T.A bus to lock us up.  Street raids-- no joke,

We told our blood folk.

Excuse me Mr Jew, we trusted you.  You sold us

out, now lil' Mexican is about.

He'll call my city his too, til he's put in this

little black child's shoe.

I'll run the streets successfully then I might

find a new place to call home not vacant and

full of lead. Dam, someone wants my brain dead. 

I'll search patiently for brand new one.  A place my

soul can cry out hello cause then this kid

would be a lucky fellow.  I'm home.