Kovan White

Ghetto Dreams 2

I tried so hard to keep my credit all good
It seems outside forces quickly took me out to the woods
She beat my name down to the ground now it's no longer found
I'm searching and looking alone but still not hearing a sound

I can't fathom how she could truly do me this way
She served me up to the wolves on a fallacious tray
There's no way I can stay; I need to pick myself up
There's no other way around it... man what she did was corrupt

Yeah I said she, but I bet you think an X did me wrong
What would you say if I were to tell you it was really my mom
(your mom! She's s suppose to rise you right and be successful)
She raised something alright... my credit balances so stressful

How could she do me like that I thought my dad was the rat
My wallet's not fat so how I'm I suppose to take care of that
Make her go into her purse or worse send her to jail
Oh well a sail, your credit man it's bad as he**

My name's on life support somebody send me a medic
Got a headache, indebted I can't even get a burger on credit
I don't get it... why me look what I've done to your seed
Got creditors up to my neck so much I can't even breathe

Better beware of the darkness cause it will snach you
Better beware of the darkness cause it'll attack you
When the sun goes down boy you better run home
When the street lights come on you better hit the floor

Topic(s) of this poem: past

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 6, 2020

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