So I was just laying here wondering what the hell I was gonna write about to get in another post and this came to mind. So I said f*ck it and hit publish.
Coke bottles thicker than what I was drinkin’ out of.
Learned to make jokes just to cope.
I wished I had a different name.
Jamal, Lamont, Jalah, Jaquan…
They had me feeling white even on my darkest days.
Good English couldn’t kick it with a pair of Jordans.
Passing exams didn’t pass the cool test.
In what kind of world was I living,
Where doing your worst made you look best?
You were at the peak if you failed.
And glancing back as far as I can tell,
Many fathers were absent but present in cells.
Even with my frames, I couldn’t see the truth.
With both parents, I was living a good life.
They were living in hell.
So many mothers drowning in bills and shit 60 proof.
Slim “My signature will be home this evening” Jackson