All I Got Poem by Octavia Tisdale

Fifty cents, a box of cigs, and a fist full of lint balls in my pocket
With a dream to grow healthy and rich
But, thats all I got
An average nine to five
Just enough to make ends meet
With a blue matchbox that moves here and there
But, thats all I got
A few friends without benefits
That you'll never see in the end
Only around for the meantime
But, thats all I got
A mind of great potential
To seek and be found
With no steady direction
But, thats all I got
A beautiful child that I thank God for
That keeps me moving
When I feel I can't no more
Cause in the end...
Thats all I got
Thats all I got