Bottom of the Barrel
It is a bad place to be born,
the first breath you breathe
is drawn from dregs of scorn
And you get rolled from day one,
passed around like a bottle of rum
Then they toss you to the curb,
after emptying you when they’re done
You age real quick where I come from,
there’s always a full clip in an angry gun
And the jails are always teeming
with a can-I-bum another cigarette wasted bum
You have a lot of idle time on your hands
in the places where I became a star alum
Learned a variety of skills
that are not conducive to contributing
positively to society
Dennis wasn’t the only menace, believe me
When you’re locked up in a cage,
the only thing you dream about is roaming free
Each day you fight to control the rage
But in my conscious state,
the things I most thought about was:
What am I now,
and who will I be?
At the bottom of the barrel,
those life changing things
you can’t never see
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