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I Escape Through Ink
I escape my reality through ink- Stop!- Now think.
Let me take you into my world- Follow this path,
Close your eyes and picture 3 small bedrooms and 2 small baths.
A cramped up living room- Keeping your living disordered,
Not to mention you're in the 'hood- That's just making shit harder.
The kitchen consist of- A microwave and an ice-box,
A small gas stove, that during winter, is used to make the house hot.
People scared to go outside- Street fights and drive-bye's,
At the age of 7 I was shot at- It's the truth, I don't lie.
Comming home from the store- In front my house, the right place but wrong time,
My Life was saved by a car door- Emptied out 2 clips, 32 bullets last a long time.
And the whole time you see him- Staring him in his eyes,
You momentarily stop your breathing- But he doesn't care if you live or die.
But you don't cry.
I escape my reality through ink- Stop!- Now think.
Let me take you deeper inside- This solitary mind,
Picture everyday of your life- You witness a crime.
Not a robbery or a murder- This can be more detrimental,
You see your parents making a living- Since you were 5 it's been fucking up your mental.
But this is what women and men do- Just to make ends meet,
Conversations don't last very long- When they and the parents of your friends meet.
Precription medicine not used for medicinal purposes,
Clientele in and out- Most don't understand the work this is.
Professionals say it hurts your kids- It was either that or be homeless,
But had it not been for the hard times- Then Tha Poet would be poem-less.
I escape my reality through ink- Stop!- Now think.
Sitting under my windows- Because stray bullets travel fast,
I escape to my mental- Where there's grass, not graveled paths.
Remeniscing on my unravelled past- Tomorrow is as far as I can see,
Just trying not to forget yesterday- Cuz I know how hard Life can be.
I was molded into what I am- So judge not unless you'll be judged first,
Life has caused my blood to shed- And the dirt that I've done has made the blood shed worse.
I escape my reality through ink- Stop!- Now think.
