Trouble Life (Part 2)

By RW

I remember a house full of kids
A heart full of fear
And eyes full of tears

I remember a pocket full of dead presidents
Mom don’t have to worry about the rent
My father is incarcerated
So it was the money order I sent

I have a mind full of memories
I remember the hollow tip burning in my flesh
Three inches away from my spine
I could’ve been paralyzed
The doctor said ‘you almost died’
Mom, don’t cry

I just smile to cover what’s inside
I got my head high into the sky
I was once told ‘you are a miracle child’
I just smiled

People love my style
Yes, back when I was on the streets
I was running wild
Since I been incarcerated I calmed down
I was once lost
But now I’m found