He lived on the block like the rest of ‘em
But he was a square block so they tested him
His homeboys had no pops, lost to jail and sin
Both his parents were at home, pops was reverend.
He knew he couldn’t hang out with the “in kids”
Yes he asked daily, just to hear “no” again
His stay-at-home mom stayed on the arse of him
They stayed at church until sunrise shut them in.
He tried to fit in, the hood wasn’t having it
Like a New Era fitted that’s sized a 6.
He couldn’t curse, it sounded like piss when he did
He couldn’t sag, his pants was 10 Slim, toughskins.
No hip-hop, only church and worship hymns
Andre Crouch, Vanessa Bell, or The Winans
Every night he prayed himself to sleep again
Lord please, make me heathen just like them.

to be continued..

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