Defying The Odds
Behind The Story
I really don’t know much of what went on before I was born
Or just of what such stuff did my biological mother do wrong
All I know is what I have been told, and that’s more than enough
Said to be born in a room so cold, due to my mom being locked up
My father?…is dead to me and the world, I’m all that is left to exist
And again, the suspicious of me thinking…is this what my mother did?
It is said it didn’t hurt, since he was shot directly at the back of his head
So I can’t forgive and forget even if she gave me birth, to me she is dead
They took me away from a fucking crook, and put me into a foster home
Like a ripped page out of a book, anywhere else put and I wouldn’t belong
The Neighborhood
The sound of kids laughing, running, playing games throughout the day
Music blastin, fights…a lot of it, in the night it’s nothing near a merely game
Gun shots, the sound of those in pain, loud screams of which won’t let me sleep
Corrupted cops, hustlin with kids night and day, will this be the future of me?
No fun and games, kids with no education and not wanting of knowing anything
All done everyday the same way, on the corner…dealing drugs to them is everything
A crack-house right in front of an elementary school, and drugs for money well spent
Even 5th graders goes in for a dime bag of it so he can look cool in front of his friends
Parents of up to 5 kid are not being home where they’re needed the most
Getting paid less than immigrants and stuck at work cuz of a jerk they call a boss
The House
Color red paint, windows with no screen, ceiling’s about to collapse
Sounds of yelling out late, won’t let me sleep, with no time to relax
Bed with no cushion when asleep, springs of it hurts my back
At night not able to see, due to no light…room’s all pitch-black
A dog so vicious, that I was never let to see the back of the crib now
Dog’s name is kisses, but the name don’t fit it like the size of this house
5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, and cellar way down
I get the smallest room, and in the cellar is where I spend my time-out
Webs on the corner floor, dust covers it all, and bars on the windows
Useless shit been stored, solid brick walls, locked doors wherever I go
A house that is known to be just like the corner grocery store
No better than expired thing that nobody wants no more
The Life
Since I turn the age of 13 my life as I know it changed in all aspects in life
Took school serious since my foster parents never let me go outside
They said it was to dangerous for kid of my stature but I went outside anyways
More than illusion of my future success, when getting high off the haze
Selling drugs at first for the little extra money that I was able to get
With it I saved up for college still dreaming of my future success
Wanting to become as rich as Bill Gates, a smart intellectual business man
To learn is never too late, everything taught I would understand
But at the same time it was like a dream that I would never be able to get
Something to far from my reach, even if I stretched out for it
Many ask me how I really do live my fucking half damaged life
By living my life on the edge like a string onto a sharp knife
The Success
Now twenty-five years old, I have a business of my own
Started on my success once I left that what I called a foster home
And now as rich as I wanted to be since I was a young one
With that little bit of money saved I learned how to make big bucks
No thanks to those that I called mom and dad for almost half of my life
It’s weird cuz they call me, asking how it’s been, how’s is it like
Fuck the bitch who gave me birth in a fucking prison cell
Broke out, taken into something much worst than jail itself
Still with the problems I face threw all my life, look what I get
Defying the odds, and making a tragic life a big success
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