He did not know his calling, though he thought he
knew who he was.
He made sure his head was on straight and started
to check his cause.
His mother was strung out on drugs, his house was
infested with bugs.
His dad was called the dope man, while doing time
in the can
His sisters were pregnant in their teens, called
welfare moms or queens.
His brother was the black sheep, that rather live
in a box in the street.
So many things he could not understand, how could
he grow up to be a man?
No role model no one to imitate, Just his reality
and maybe his fate
But with his vision and his mind intact, he dwelled
not on the things that he lacked.
He said his prayers every night, he prayed that he
would do things right.
Now at an age to earn a wage, the lonesome dove flew
from his cage.
Off to college he ran, to make for himself a life
as a man.