Dear ma. These are things you didn’t know: I’m sorry; I let the streets take your baby from you. Ma, I know I do dirt But it isn’t because I am dirty But since I was a little one never felt worthy I know I got skills But I’d rather smoke and chill And I wish I could tell you how I really feel About what I wanted But turned out to be I went from being your little angel To acting like a complete stranger I use to come home every night Now when I leave isn’t no telling when I am coming back At the age of twelve, I joined a gang And since then my life isn’t been the same I been shot at, so I bought a pistol and shot back I got robbed once, and since then I robbed three I never have, but rode in stolen cars Been in a high speed chase, wreaked it and got away When I was sixteen, I got locked up four times I isn’t been seventeen six months and I am already on number two I know this is not the life you planned for me Ma, but life is full of choices just chose the wrong one guess See to me time is precious, and since I don’t know how much longer I got I plan to live my life to the fullest Before it is too late Yes I do wonder 24/7 how you feel about me deeply to have ambition And slowly see it slipping away, wanting to help, but not knowing wat to say What I turn out to be Ma, you did your job And I am sorry, I let the streets take your baby from you. Poem by Low Life: Loyalty Over Wants.
