The Block I Come From
I come from a block where the wrong words get you popped
I come from a block where young boys eager to hold down the block with the forty-glock
I come from a block where your ma is on that rock
and where homies’ bodies drop like rain
Some people can’t feel my pain
Forced to be in the game
I come from a block where you feel like you won’t make it
But listen to this
Sit back
And let the Lord take it
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talented but right about life or how you would want something to change in yours to give people a better understanding of why we chose the street life instead of the right way of it.
Wow.
I like this poem because it gives a real representation of where you came from. My favorite line is “But listen to this, sit back and let the Lord take it.” I like this line a lot because it shows your positivity after coming from such a hard area to live in. I can tell that you know what the right things to do are and that you have learned from the wrong things. Keep up the good work, and keep on writing!