The Past Poem by Terry Coates

I had a rough child hood
Being homeless with no money
I lived in a box with 4 brothers to share
An 2 sisters an a mother
It was not comfortable to share
We finally got an apartment from my brother’s shares
They hustled and grinded to be treated fair
We finally got enough money to move out the hood
But our life was still misunderstood
My family tried hard not to get me in the business
But something kept telling not to listen what they said
I was wrong I should have listened
Now I’m stuck with the past
My record will follow me year after year
Just waiting to unleash at the peak of my career
When that day come I will not become poor
But a hustler and a trapper like my brothers before