Born

East Vancouver , Streets where I come from I was born from a crack fiend , but she died young Back alley .. needle in her neck, I was nothing more than a pay cheque Her last check cashed , Dead in the Gutter .. I was left to fight... With out a mother. 8 hours old bloody and naked.. No hope at all.. would I even make it! Found in an alley crying and alone.. Police man found me patrolling his zone 3 families later and many years have passed. have I found peace , hopefully at last Ghetto Child