Bright lights, new voices
The smell of fresh oxygen
1987 I was born naked, wet and slimy
Crying out, “Why have you confined me?”
Off in this world, where they judge you the most
Faced with so many trials and tribulations
Two years old and still on the breast
It’s a struggle for serving
So Mama tries her best
At the age of 15, I join the rest
Reckless and dangerous
With the mind that this is how you make it
Another Black statistic from 15 to 24
They said I’d never succeed
So they labeled me to the streets
Never will I leave the streets
I’m the key for the lost to succeed
Just bear with me
Since the day I asked, “Why have you confined me?

The word “Born” must I take you
Brothers, Oppress, Return, Neglect
Not this young intelligent, smart, powerful brother
Believe, Opportunities, Repel, Negativity

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