Why Should I Be Them
I'm not another statistic
I'm someone who is optimistic
But, still realistic
And literarily artistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another stupid black youth
On trial being sworn in to telling the truth
Another quote, unquote "black"
On the corner selling weed, crack, smack
You see them fools?
Thinking they're a star 'cause they make the evening news
They want me to be anotha
'Cause if I don't I'm not considered a " brother"
They want me to be another
To either buy the drug, make it, or sell
A poison, that should send them all to hell
But that won't be me
Droppin out of school to later study for a GED
But that will be me later
Graduating highschool, then college, and getting my degree
I don't understand why they want me to be them
Nothing good ever comes to them
Except for the easy tax free bread
But in the end they all end up, shot up, locked up, or dead
So why should that be me?
Do you know me?
Because if you did, you'd know that will never be me
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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