Born Trapped

I just realized that I'm trapped, I've been boxed up for a crime I committed when I was young and off-track/

I lived strapped.... angry, emotionless, and forced to survive, no time for remorse, fuck love, or pitty, no slack/

You ask why is that?

Seriously?

First....it's the norm where I grew up at

Second, my father fell in love with the bottle and crack, that shit had him overmatched/

He was lost, and angry, beating my mother on the daily, until she didn't pack, she left everything in her life, and didn't look back/

Real Talk.......

True Facts......

Me and my sister, became the target of his attacks, unspeakable shit, that scars you for life, like a tat, a birthmark, a permanent black patch/

I wondered where the fuck is God at...

We were too young, and to small, to fight back, that's the first time I felt Trapped!

U know how I dealt with that????

I grabbed my jacket and my hat, I woke my sister Nay-Nay and asked,
Are u coming? She said, no...I didn't expect that/

We hugged, I had to hold my tears back, as I walked into the night and emotionally detached/

I remember the day vividly, it was pitch black, cold and damp, people were everywhere, block boys selling crack, half-dressed women, jumping in and out of Cadillacs/

I heard gunshots, polices sirens and ambulances echoing from trap to trap, I witness a carjack.... dope fiends fighting, a high-speed chase and a life snatched, just imagine that..../

I wish, I would have recognized, right then and there, what I was feeling and learning in the streets....would later attract..../

Confinement, death, a life of crime, and a heart and soul that's black, a life with no map, Shit!....my moral compass collapsed/

Damn...I see now that's when I fell into my next trap.... that American race gap.... but I can't blame the white man for that, I was born with 2 nothing ass parents, a stuck upfamily, and then the world sees me as I am, BLACK...

SHIT... I took my first breath, and the deck stacked, by the time I took my first steps, I was down 5 laps,/

How can one dream, when you're so far back???? So I had to pick a side and tried to fill the gap/

The streets taught me that, it's not on me. It's in me. It's the TRAPPED!!!!


By, Stan Steel63rd
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