Broken

Broke...The type of broke that can't be fixed by Cast...Cast in Class and asking...basking in the thought that "the first is last"...bursting past and crash through glass...curtains cast on the thought that we all sprout from worthless past...worthless ash, from cigarettes and blunts...streets paved with broken glass...but ain't no yellow brick roads in "the hood," sidewalks consist of broken slabs...broken paths but, somehow the dreams awoken fast...we can only hope to see our dreams come true before our tokens cashed...but more often than not, our tokens cast...to the side and we're left to decided whether to continue to hope...or crash...in Americas Favelas where little children choke and gasp...to survive to Jr. High Jr's high and he hopes to pass..."do you need help?" The one question he hopes they ask...but they don't...now he's off to selling joints and bags, to buy some new shoes cause all they do is point and laugh...they say "you point one finger you got at least three pointing back...he bought a Strap...now they the ones he's pointing at...but it ain't no pointing back..."hands up don't shoot" they know it ain't no point in that...but they tried it anyway, till he points the joint and blast...tragic story, but it's the story of a good kid gone bad...

Good kid gone bad...her...heart was broken, awoken fast...he...spoke of cash...she...went from passing all her classes to a classic story of selling ass and smoking glass...she...used to be fly, now when she walks by she gets the same look as when a smoker passes...sleeping under an over pass...she says "I know it's sad"...the only thing she ever wanted in life was to know her dad...before she passed...the last time I seen her she was drinking a soda clutching her shoulder bag...her mother was a school teacher consumed with chasing her career and cash...addicted to pain killers which caused her car to veer and crash...which is when her daughter started to scar herself and disappear from class...her love was a thug who was the first to introduce her to glass...it was HER when HE got arrested who would visit him behind the glass...but it was all behind the glass...a reaction to an action which caused her to view her life as something reduced to less than a fraction...like math...but it happened in the blink of an eye...never did she think she would die...she's...coming down, while climbing twenty stories plenty story's of how she's so high she thinks she can fly...but she crashed...literally the girl smashed...through the roof of an Audi thang as it passed...she...felt the wind in her face like a mask, but couldn't mask the pain of her past, nor maintain her grasp on reality...this is the reality surrounding me...and it's sad...