Growing Up
Addicted to red boys with dreads and tats,
grew up around alot of drug dealers and rats.
Having dreams of modeling but the never came true,
riding around the city, just me and my crew.
Humiliation and devistation, thats all it really took,
to get attached to a boy who wouldn't let you off the hook.
Ever got in trouble then that was drama for your a**,
mama would try to be you with a bottle or a glass.
Dudes growing up, wanting to be heard,
but as they grew, thier actions turned to jail birds.
Made it out the trap houses and into the ghetto,
tried not to get to comfortable cause thats not where i wanted to settle.
From the ghetto to the "hood" like that was any better,
them uptown dudes making nothing but cheadder.
Trynna fit in with every girl on the block,
selling their bodies and showing skin wasn't really hot.
Right from the ghetto, i lived in the suburbs,
but all they really did was have parties and smoke herbs.
Tried to stay focused and get my education,
but the streets made me turned and that turned to contemplating.
Never thought it would be me living it out this way,
I've been praying and praying to see a much brighter day.
Now im back in the hood where its always hot.
See at night all you hear is police sirens and gun shots.
So i block it all out cause i know who i wanna be,
but i look back at my past and see the streets really made me.!
Copyright © Theresa Canselo | Year Posted 2011
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