Lost Pt3 The Boy - Poem by GodBody O.G
He comes home, runs to his room and locks the door
smokes weed all day and hangs out in front the store.
Mommy spends time in the bathroom popping pill after pill
Daddy gets drunk and beats on them both until he has his fill.
It's been like this as far back as he can think
Until the night daddy had his last drink.
Stumbling inside he raised his had to mom and she flipped out,
Knowing things wouldn't change if he'd just been kicked out
She grabbed onto her only hope and lashed out
43 stab wounds later she blacked out.
Now the boy's going to a foster home
at 13 he's feeling lost and alone.
Had the wrong discipline so he has no respect
the resulting effects are exactly what you'd expect.
Running away and landing in juvenile jails,
meets some O.G's so now he's into crack sales.
One day on the block he's doing his own thing
oblivious to the cash and the problems it would bring.
A feen creeps up real slow and humble
he made the sale and then heard a rumble,
2 cars pulled up and 10 black masks hopped out
he backed up drew his gun and 9 bullets popped out.
He calculated and each hit it's designated mark
he turned and ran disappearing into the dark.
Trying to lay low going from girls house to girls house
until the Feds had him cornered like a cat does a mouse.
He surrendered to the cops as they had him surrounded
thinking back to better days, beatings and being grounded.
In court he's hit with a startling revelation
turns out he didn't just hit the dudes that were hatin'
One bullet sliced through a little boy, cut like a knife.
He rises to his feet, the verdict is in,17 doing life.
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