Its just the hood nothing you should be afraid of
If you ever lived in the dark
You no what the hood is made of
A large family
Can live in a single bedroom
One big bed
One bathroom
But who fucken cares I don't
When the lights go out who's scared
My mother left us everyday
Hoping that we got along
My oldest sister was my mother when she was gone
My oldest brother was my father when he was gone
We called him poppa's son
Who is going to cook us dinner when you are gone mom
My mother only thought about herself
Bringing us home what she had left from her dinner
A doggy bag with a piece of bread she had left
My older sister said
You sucked a mans dick all night long
In this is what you have left
My sister borrowed in egg from our neighbors
In feed herself
I said there are seven of us mom
In I am the youngest left
I guess I will fend for myself
Fight my own battles
My own daddy left us for dead
Don't nobody give a fuck about us
We are poor mutha fuckas
I bravely said to my mother
We live in a shit hole
With other dirty mutha fuckas
Momma do you here me
I am all tears
Crying not to fear nothing
There is trash every where around here
Big ass cock roaches
All these apartments that are abandoned
Smell like shit toilets are broken
Baby's running around with no diaper on
Most mothers don't fucken care
There on heroin
Hallway's that smell like a death parade
Someone has died here before
Why do we ignore the knock at the door
There is always someone home in the hood
I ignored the knock before
It did know good they came back for more
In the hood we don't ask for much
Just a little some times seems much
I don't ask for handouts
I put my hand out in shake hands with a real man
Some times that's all it takes
It can make or brake a mans faith in God
Some times you just want to put your
Middle finger in the air in say fuck the world
Again in again and again
Don't nobody give a fuck about us poor folks
We live here in the hood not you
You can't understand my mentality
The hood is not in you
To understand me
Live 1-Day in my hood
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- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2018 15:15
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about where a lot of people live in the type of environment they live in the things they are forced to live with daily.
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