my life

my life is in the hood surrounded by dealers,

payin kids like me to steal expensive speakers,

if i can make throught the night, ill be alright,

until the next night, when all the street lights are insight,

im realistic, i know ill never make it outa here,

when i leave home i walk in fear, even on my way to school,

you cant be a fool, in my hood that shit will get your ass popped,

youll be watchin from the sky as the guy who dropped you in a ditch, walks away,

if i make it to school alive, its still hard to survive,

preps come at me with scornful words, harmful, embarrassment,

gangstas come at my life with weapons larger than a pocket knife, harmful, harassment,

if i make it home after school i run to my room to listen to marshal,

he is my marvel hero, he taught me how to defend myself with only a bottle,

i never show sorrow, why cuz tomorrow, ill be in the alley dead,

i seen two hundred and eighteen deaths since i moved here, does that explain why im in fear,