Raheem Joseph-Hercule

Making Momma Proud

young boy strays away from his mom and starts slangin with this older fella
lost looking for guidance he looks up but aint got no older brotha
older fella promised him the lavish life like he see on tv tryna make it big like Jay-Z
began running tracks as if he were pushin CD’s
makin big money wearing those Nike’s , no more Reeboks
reeling it in tight, too much money to squeeze in his Jordan shoe box
so desperately wanted to buy his mom the best spot in Boston
one more job cross town so he packs his suit cases
all he wanted was to get out, but he’s too deep in the game no way out
makes the big trip seeing some suspicous faces
not knowing who to trust
door kicks open, marauders screaming “This is a bust!”
thinks, “ O S**t it happend, big time set up”
a scuffle breaks out, he got hit drops cases
thought of his mom [kinda funny] trying so desperately to stay alive
envisioned her soft hands and her beautyful brown eyes
he weeps
as through his teeth the warmblood seeps
he thinks "Alll I wanted to was to make momma proud”
too late now, no turning back as his shadow is overcome by dark clouds
stuggled for too long trying to make things good but did it all wrong and now has to suffer a deep burn
ignoring his momma’s advice went left instead of right and made the wrong turn
now he walks 3 blocks to die
all that's left isn’t a proud woman
but his mom screaming “GOD WHY?”


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