Life in the ghetto

invalid@example.com (Shadows), Shadows
Sat, 09 Jan 2010 07:34:01 +0000

I was bored waiting for my friend to text me to see what we were going to do for his b-day. He told me that he might only do a familly thing, so it's cool.

I made this poem waiting for him:

Growing up I learned a lot from my mom,
teaching me the woman side of being calm
how to treat a girl when we go to prom
how to be a man and withstand any job,
working 2 jobs ain't no time to sob

she seem to understand anything at hand
but don't understand why her sons cant be a man...

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Life in the ghetto