As a little kid, I witnessed the struggle,
And you don't know what it really feels like to survive when you don't have a hustle,
You cannot get the money without gaining the scars,
And if you truly want to make it through,
You'll have to push it a little bit far.
As a little kid I had a lot of dreams,
and I've heard lots of unpleasant screams –
but grew strong from the pain and the scars,
so, when I eventually make it through,
I truly deserve the money, clothes and cars.
As a kid I used to drown in the deep,
I had a lot of ambitions and dreams that couldn't give me sleep,
In my thoughts they were real and some sort of a kind,
And I was taught to have a vision and always never play it blind.
As a little kid, I had so much potential,
And dreams that were so much influential.
To reach my goal I had to point north as the compass
And be the change, but use my mind as the campus.
A little poem I wrote. Bryan Jaybee