By the time I was 9 or 8 I was forced to differentiate between what my parents were telling me and what my brothers were showing me, And what they did was unknowingly place me on a thin line between innocence and accountability so my reality

Was my brothers had everything while I watched my parents struggle trying to coincide the concept of paying bills and punctuality the results was hardships

Because see while my moms and pops went through some hard shit
My older brothers took narcotics, baked and propped it, till it was some hard shit

Stood on the block with one eye for the cops and got rid of all it
Took the proceeds to buy things that they don't need simply because they could afford it
See this is just a little portion of my life recorded, so bare with me

I haven't heard anyone tell the story of the little boy trapped in the position of devil's advocate
Where right, never turn out so right and wrong seems so adamant
Where being less fortunate is so average that poverty is comfort's adjective
So falling victim to a have not mentality is just apart collateral damages
And we live with it daily

My sister is a lesbian, my brothers were drug dealers, and my other sister is a single mother to 4
My father potentially destroyed the relationship with my mother 17 some odd years before
My parents work like slaves so I had to help to take care of the 4 siblings that came after to me
But what baffles me is 14 years in the hood and not once did I feel like I was poor
Even while hearing gunshots smelling urine and paraphernalia and watching roaches crawl across the floor

I attribute that to my parents
But one thing that was astoundingly apparent from the eyes of a kid
Was the flamboyancy of my brother's affairs eclipsing what my parents did?

My brothers had profit, my parents had problems
My parents told me to listen, my brothers told me to watch them
So I took what my brothers did and what my parents said and came up with my own plan
Because one thing that I learned from the both of them was I had to be my own man

Around age 15 or 16 I got on my grown man, looked swift, and took shit from no man
Time eventually told the tale of the boy playing devil's advocate
One of my brothers is Jailed $50,000 cash only bail on accident
My other brother slipped out took a legit route with 2 kids and struggles to be a dad to them
Because for the last 25 years his old man fled from being a dad to him

So the flamboyant affairs my brothers once shared got dimmer
And I learned that my brothers edified the external, because their entire struggle was inner
So instead of solving their problems they coated them covered insecurities and gloated them
And they believe society saying that there wasn't any hope for them
They took the ball out there hand and the book out there faces and gave coke to them
Only to persecute, lock, give three hot's and cot, clean draws, a jumpsuit and soap to them

So now I have to differentiate between what my brothers became, what my parents are in order to control what I'm becoming…My ancestor's went through extremely too much to consider the option of running, so I stand

Loquacious mic at my mouth and gun in my hand, knowledge on my tongue with a list of demands
Acting as a catalyst for my impaired, deprived fellow man

You end poverty, and you end a war, you close the door on ignorance, self hatred, illiteracy, self mutilation, belligerence, dependency, ill-legitimacy, violence, drugs, education, the aids epidemic, deprivation, racism, fascism, restore the preservation of a nation but in order to alter the structure you must first disturb the foundation and the answer yields self explanation