Urban Stories Part 1

I’m up before the sunrise
And home after the night falls
My mama's screams are telling me my sister’s dead
Is it reality or am I dreaming in the bed
My big brother got a job the other day
I hope he keeps it long Christmas ain’t too far away
My family takes me to church to pray and praise
But I’m carious to why these people look down on us with shame and hate
Keep it real is what my mind always say
But when they laugh hard at me I know they all fake
I’m starting to really hate my mom
But I’m stuck with this torment because there ain’t no place to run
She barely feeds us
We living off my father’s death you wouldn’t think we’d need much
But some confidence to take up for our incompetence
With my close brother there is no competition
All the girls love him and every nigga wants to be his friend
He has more talent but yet I have not a bit of jealous-ness
I just want to see the best of him
I hate school because I understand it
And these teachers won’t help me I really can’t stand it
So I make the girls laugh and hang with the thug kids
Nobody believes in me so I’m something like a bad kid
Oh no here we go again
We just got an eviction notice I’m starting to see a trend