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I'm just a figment of imagination, stationed at central station,
where I'm the only patron hopping on the mental train and,
while I'm waiting for the train to speed off, I doze off in the passenger seat as my thoughts
get to escaping, I see my parents slaving, me two years of
age, I'm waiting, for mommy to get home from work, unconscious
what my brain is, though fully cognitive, piecing memories in
apartments, the train gets to starting now the cargo has
departed, I was special, no retarded,
at early age, I got it, not everybody had what I had, a dad, and yeah, I saw it.
I wonder what it was like in his shoes, I wonder how he felt when my mother broke
him the news, As I conceived, my pops knew better than these,
that, leave their children dadless, and can't ever
ever seem, to, Understand me. And where I come from,
I wasn't born with a silver spoon upon my tongue, son,
if only they knew.... At some point, I was broke too.
I thank the heavens up above, for the love, of one mother,
dressing me up for school and preparing food at the supper,
I love her like my father, through all the, drama,
the train goes smoothly... Now I won't sugarcoat it, but it was sweet
when they got employed. able to buy me things, like, new games, and
toys, was too young to remember moving back and
fourth, the chores they had to do to buy me what they
needed in the stores, the train twists,
As I get hit, and fall backwards, kids in class laugh,
"rich kid" gets his *** whooped, it's funny, right?
It's funny right? Huh.
Who knew that living nice would lead such a lonely life,
and solely nights, I cried, hating our prosperity, Cuz all they'd do is stare at me, saying,
"he's spoiled isn't he?" Am I supposed to feel bad, my parents worked,
hard, now they looking at me pissed, acting like
it's my fault.. If "spoiled" means you're blessed, I guess.
At best I'm just a black who had parents who did it right,
don't judge by what I have or what you see that comes to light,
Take a look, Deep inside, where my years of life reside,
where my pain inside the train of thought forever it shall ride.