Music plays in real time
Life is playing is slow mo….
Helicopters over head.
Sirens blarin down the street
Shorty got her hands on her hips
Rollin her head back and forth
Talkin about her ain’t shit nigga
That she know she can’t get enough of
That ain’t shit nigga Is out doin his dirt and keepin his phone on vibrate
But before he makes it home
He’s gon stop at the store to make sure he gets her those J’s tho…..
On the other side of town
There’s a girl comin home from work
Anxious to see her son She cherishes every second spent
Cause she doesn’t know when the last one will be
Born into domestic poverty, on both sides She did what she had to
Now she lives with her blessing and her life sentence
Everyday is a struggle but it’s a gift called the present…..
Now take a trip downtown
And you’ll find the girl
Condo, car, career, 6 figure portfolio
But her bed is cold
Her condo is vacant, just like her heart
She concentrated so hard on the grind She forgot the degree and the 401k couldn’t keep her warm at night
So she wanders aimlessly through the home
And hears the echos of the family
She doesn’t see in her future.
Then in the center of it all
There’s a girl
Who just tries to live day to day
The only thing that sustains her is faith
Because Humanity is futile and fleeting
They say is pain is temporary,
But she feels that certain wounds will never heal
She keeps her head up tho
Cause she knows it could be worse
What do you call her?
What do you call them?….
I call them bone, Adam’s rib
The personification of beauty
Both tender and tough
Strength in it’s purest form
Life that keeps on giving
The upkeep and continuation of legacies never forgotten
She is song and dance walking down the street
She is The Word in the flesh
She’s the around the way girl
That’s what I call her.