Where I live resources are scarce
Like trying to find water in a desert
And more than often ghetto birds are shining lights over houses
Like vultures waiting for their prey to finally collapse
The transformation from boy to man is blurry
Consisting of a 13 second beating
Wiping the tears and blood off your face as you are welcomed into your new brotherhood
Where I live, if you make it to 21 you\'re blessed
Escaping the many paths that end no where but the edge of a cliff