mixture

If Maya Angelou and J. Cole had a baby
that would describe my style,crazy
a mixture
a product of that ghetto life but far from a hood fixture.
lemme paint u a suburban picture.
my daddy came here to get better medicine but honestly death would be the only remedy.
so all alone my mom was left with me.
we had drugs to the right and the church to the left of me
my momma feared the theft of me. not that she would lose me
but that the street life would choose me.
so sometimes she would abuse me.
so she could get her point across.
she would point across
the room and tell me to go sit down somewhere.
while my brothers roamed the streets just trying to get by out there.
the life they chose u had to live not scared
and fear not. a prison cell
death and being sent to hell
knowing that chopping up dope may help you prevail.
i remember that denim jacket you bought me big bruh i wore it till it turned ashey blue. and now I'm asking you
could you fuck wit me a little harder.
make me a little smarter?
and hip to this thang.
this game
called life.
teach me how to not over struggle and stress over my strife.
i know you earned your stripes
but i NEED mines too.
i understand your thinking but i need you to understand my mind too.
i know you and Denise don't get along but thats your mom too.
Tia say I'm just like you
except your times two.
blacker taller stronger and rougher.
I'm just happy to say you my big brother. shout out to Ty
man I don't know why
u always look so angry
maybe u can thank me
for bein the responsible child that you despise
surprise older sibling i was a blessing in disguise
as far as everyone else knew our family was headed for demise
now our name will recited and reprised
and to my brother van
man goddamn
we need you back cause you've got a son @ home
and hes feelin all alone
theres only so much i can do
cause what that boy really needs is you...

Bismarck.
im outta here man.