Why Here?

[Lady]

A place where the stinch of urine fills your nostrils
Where soiled diapers flood the streets
Little boys try to be men
With a ninth grade education
No job
No skills, but scales
Claiming pushing weight
Claiming dollar signs
Toting nines,
Crack sells
Making crack heads
Crack making prostitutes beds

Single mothers
Breaking backs
Project living
Welfare spending
Looking for good times
Ain't we lucky we got 'em
Good fucking times
Scratching and surviving
Feeling like hope floats
Bye
Fuck hope
Fuck dreams
Fuck reality
Escapes not happening
Living true trife life
WOndering if it's even worth living
If this is all we have
Nothing real
No one true

Why Here?

Why be born in this place,
Why should living be a task,
Who wants to hurt?
Born just to serve
Serve just to die
Why?
Still don't want to die
Confussed
And bruised
And along with that
Trust issues
And all I can ask is

Why Here?

Think of tears
Tears come
Think of hate
Hate forms
Think of a new start
Nothing shows
In this city
YOu got to be a mover
Be a shaker
Make moves
Or they'll make you
Ask
Why am I here?

[Auset]

Ooh this was fiyah! Are you getting ready to compose your book as well? Let me find out!

[Lady]

I'm trying out new stuff so I can get ready to put together my book. I figured that I'd try it out on the fam first. Thanx Aussie

[Auset]

Let me find out you better go head girl!