Little Boy Caught Between Blocks of Past and Present Before

Little boy caught between blocks of past and present before freedom Mommies not here anymore she ran for her first love Daddies don’t care anymore he is behind that war line And I am a warrior now with these bullets at six Parents sold me to the slave master on the block I must work to survive Ancestor plowed the field I plow their minds At six before you a new hustle Rappers try to capture my soul in words Words don’t mean nothing here Because parent don’t mean anything here Before this hell I am free in my mind Spelling and math don’t mean nothing here Slave on the block Once I make something out of nothing daddy will return Mommies still is with her first love, first love And I am one of a million right under the flag Under the ground, slave on the block Nothing is the only word I learned from master here on the block Sold by my mother to this life, this life is all I got Sunlight creeps in above 4:00 cause that’s what my brother says I claim him cause he three and sick with AIDS they tell me he will die His parents left him for their first love Master says we are safe from the man next door who loves children to death I work the block my brother works in the store I make more but he is related to master Brother can read at three, I think he is three he is smaller I am bigger I work hard on the block, real hard beyond my age I hustle, what ever that means, I hustle and you think I am a juvenile I am a man at six with the world before me Shhhh!! Quiet don’t talk master is coming I must go to bed.