That Kid by Bryan O'Marah

That kid,

Walks down that road

Where drugs are sold

Lucky to be alive every day, but that's just how the story goes

That kid,

Never had a dad

It makes him mad

Wishing every day, that he would just come back

That kid,

Carries a gun

So he isn't another one

That is murdered, leaving a mom without her son

That kid,

Lives like this everyday

Drugs, gunshots, and murders like its child's play

Just trying, to get into a better place

That kid,

Rolls dice and plays craps

Shoots pool and raps

Only just to survive, on that little bit of cash

That kid,

Has no home

His mom and him are all alone

These streets, are the only thing he knows

That kid,

Is surrounded by gang life

He is just trying to survive

Jumped and robbed, so he puts up a fight

That kid,

Has no money, has nothing

Just a kid with a dream

Roaming the ghetto, just trying to find something

That kid,

Hears cop sirens

Gangster's guns are firing

He's stuck on the streets, while others are hiding

That kid,

Watches his mom cry

Watches people and his friends shot and die

This life is hard, hard enough just to stay alive

That kid,

Sees drug deals

Sees people shoot, kill and steal

While he just hopes, he gets to eat another meal

He's just that kid.