Thug Child Poem by Jason Callender

Thug Child



what you know about living
making your own living
so what i had to sit on a block
pocket full of rocks
better yet stashed close by
just in case police roll on da sly
undercover cars roll by
so open your eye
thug child
this the only way to live
never wait on someone to give
hit the block
hustle non stop
keep ya glock
wait for a real connect
stack your check
so you buy your own pack
never look back
make that money stack
until you have a child
then it gets wild
but its the best part of life I cant deny

Monday, February 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: child,growing up
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