I am not what you expect,
I am what my peers accept,
And what my parents don't regret,
An appearance that's hard to digest,
Contained with a name that's hard to forget,
Sometimes quiet so you would think nothing less,
But behind closed door's everything's a mess,
Family members struggling to pay the rent,
Others could send three kids to college with all the money they spent,
And I was four when mommy left,
And they say mother know's best,
Guess running away relieved her stress,
And the only time she ever wanted me was for that child support check,
Funny how that money never got into my pocket,
But I guess that's why we never got along,
Thirteen years later and our bond,
Still ain't strong,
I mean I saw my dad more than my mom,
And I'm not saying that's wrong,
I'm just saying she was gone,
Even years later,
Still no happy home,
But as I've grown,
I've taken characteristics of my father,
And as I got taller,
My feet grew larger,
My brain got smarter,
But my head got harder,
I mean at seventeen,
I've experienced racism,
Gentrification,
Descrimination,
How one's success is based on money and education,
And the government gives complete confirmation,
With no hesitation,
And where supposed to grow as a nation,
And rely on my generation,
But the only thing where growing is impatient,
I mean just look at the problems that where facing,
Struggling to hold our own,
While they take away the one place we call home,
It's like society is my new jail,
Constantly trapped inside and I can't make bail,
It's like life has a price,
But mine is not for sale!,
And many fall into this trap,
But I stay confident through music and rap,
I'm a writer and a fighter through all of my words,
Imagery through simile's and live through all of my verbs,
Innocence is limited,
I have finally matured,
I am not what you expect,
I am what my peers accept,
And what my parents don't regret,
An appearance that's hard to digest,
Contained with a name that's hard to forget.