Park Bench

It's Mook!
It's Mook! Members Posts: 23
edited May 2010 in Waiting To Exhale
I remember kindergarten; moms couldn’t pay da rent
On da nice town home my first years of life I spent
Moved from L-Town to a new start, Lexington Park
Not exactly a work of art but in da end it had my heart
In my hood da roofs were horizontal, called da ? Flat Tops
Guess dat was da systems way to specify da have nots
Mad knots was da dream for those low income
Mo wisdom onto those who know da falls of no ends son
Wit wat we had we made do, even sportin half truths
For some da only way we had J’s was drawin him on ya shoes
Some parents got forties before a gift for they shorties
Leave em sour, da only NES game they got is Bible Stories
I was blessed my parents gave a ? despite da feudin
Gave wat I needed, never pleaded they dedication was proven
Momma always kept me fed, dad always kept a line on my head
No matter how much finance was in da red (& I thank u)

The world may seem heartless, when u stuck on dis park bench
U wishin dat u Clark Kent, so u can fly from dis park bench
U explore da world thinkin it won’t be so cold
But most ain’t quick to share da warmth they hold
Now u thinkin damn I miss them days, sittin on dat park bench

A lil later on I’d say 3rd or 4th grade
My cuz Big Haze had came to da house to say
Got me into comics, X-Men, Cable & all dat
Make each other fall back, playin Mortal Kombat
Despide all da fun, from him I learned da timeless lesions
He’d reminded me where my mind is best in
I would joke about crackheads, he wasn’t laughin
Gave my lip a quick smackin, & I thought damn him
At da time I didn’t understand, as I got older
I learned of his realities & da feelins dat smoldered
Wanted to be a street soldier, have da spoils it would bring
But in gods prophecy he was destined to be a king
It came to ahead when da cops raided da house
We were cuffed while they tore it all apart for dat ounce
Paid da price I forgive him, but dis line he knows is right
Dat lil Mookie from East Rennell died dat night

Moved away from da Flat Tops lookin for a change
Suburban trailer park taught me ? still da same
In high school I had more temptations, couldn’t help it
Da environment I dealt wit left da once humble selfish
Didn’t really open my eyes till dis shootout one day
Happened at da same playground I took my sista to play
I thought damn what happened people
When did existin turn so lethal & minds turned feeble
What happened to da block parties, ain’t ? for kids
Only time they together when we ship a brotha for a bid
When they sista no longer lives, how can we take it
Gravitate to da fake ? committin fouls dats flagrant
In efforts to be hood famous, lettin our guard down
Lettin ignorance that ? ya circle stay around
Somethins gotta give, I’m 22 & got babies
Daddy goes away I ain’t lettin these streets play me
Dis is our village, where snake natives love to pillage
Da ? ? us, we keep mo pigs than mas skillets
& even tho da roads we walk ain’t always paved
Da gravel filled travels worth it if 1 life is saved