Somebody Hear Me
Blinded by experience & I mean lack of
Trapped in a neighbor-hood that feels like a cage
Isolated in my small room releasing tears & rage
Imagine life on the wrong side of a 9 or 12 gauge
Imagine momma getting money in shameful ways
Imagine me doing nothing wrong & getting beat for days
Imagine in the cabinets just sugar & Lay's
Imagine me only 10 wit more stress then grown men
Me born in this world thrown into sin
Imagine me wondering why my life is so different
Other kids smile more why is my life so different
Clothes I don't have many & friends I have none
When Dad go to work all he takes is a gun
See Dad's not a solider & moms not a saint
I've seen good people so I know that they ain't
There just mom & dad
I'm young & sad
Praying I get all the love I deserve and never had
T.B.T
Copyright © Ronald Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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