The Diamond Found In the Dirt
Let's take a trip back,
It was 1992
A young lady had a baby,
she didn't know what to do
She didn't have any
money
Fortune
Luck
Or a house,
Just a baby boy,
Not even a spouse,
As the years past
She noticed her boy
Was gifted
By the time he could
Write her mentality
Shifted,
She noticed he didn't
Need toys
Candy
Or even kin
Just sit him in a dark room
And supply him
Him with a pen,
Suddenly there was
Light
She knew it deep within,
This baby was a diamond
with ghetto dirt
in his mist,
Born highly favored,
John The Baptist
He struggled to coexist
Reminisced in the midst
At times he would get
Pissed
Because he was born
With a lisp,
Again just his pen,
He never fought with his fist,
He had the heart of
a lion,
In order to be beat,
You would need
the heart of Jesse Owens
In a early track meet,
Jack Churchill in the mist
of World War II,
Also probably the
money of the mighty Maloof's.
The diamond in the dirt,
Was finally set free
The outside world
Came to know
this star to be
I set out to
Find him
But he was absentee
Until my mom gave
me the mirror of life,
I found out the
Diamond was me...
Copyright © Jesse Pickens | Year Posted 2014
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