Real life
*** Real Life***
Been runnin these streets since i was a kid. On my own no stable place to live.
started cookin dope bout the age of 14 ; you can't imagine some of the shit i've seen.
Hustling is the only way i know; dealing drugs, tryin to make this dough.
Now i'm 28 with 3 kids of my own. Their daddy's in prison won't be out til they grown.
Got caught up, his 2nd manufacturing case. this is real life tell me how does it taste. How does it taste.
This is life out here in these streets. noone to help me keep us on our feet.
Raising these babies all by myself.
makin the best of the hand i was dealt.
Strugglin strivin just to get by.
It only gets harder with each day that goes by.
Prayin the lord will just once come through; i'm lost in real life what will i do.
Some people got life so easy. They got it all handed to em.
ain't had a real life day in their life but yet they still boo hooin.
They wouldn't make it thru one day in real life.
they couldn't walk half a day in my shoes. Their whole life i'm livin in just a step or two. They really don't know ain't got a fuckin clue. Real life for me is a like living in hell. But I guess it just gives me this story to tell. Cuz I know for certain one thing for a fact. And that is that ain't none of this shit gonna hold my ass back.. cuz all of its done made a monster of me a savage ass beast stronger then most ain't many stronger then me. Rough around the edges and pretty damn mean but one of the realest bitches you'll ever meet.
By Bobbijo tapley
© June 2011
About this poem
Write this in 2011 short story type poem bout my life at 14 yrs of age in Topeka Kansas.
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Submitted by Trifecta666 on August 25, 2024
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Words | 329 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 16, 2 |
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