By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
I’m fortunate to have made it this far
Coming from where I’m from
People could barely afford a car
So instead they run
On bare feet kissing the hard streets
In dark alleys where killers lurk
I’m happy to be that shining star
To have made it out
To look back and say damn that was ruff
Trying to reach back for at least one more
Instead they wanna stay broke and poor
They don’t see outside of their walls
All they know are those streets
Riddled with broken glass and shattered dreams
Dreams cut short by interrupted sleep
So I’m blessed
Touched by God
Told I would never make it
I’d never amount to nothing
But here I am
Standing tall
Letting the sun shine outside of those walls
So dark and dreary
