although his father left his mother at the start of his life
She didn’t need another to make her a wife
Because she had her brother to help raise him right
pull her out of the gutter at the end of the night
and wrap her in the covers, turn out the light
but his dad, his story was never a mystery
It had been passed down to him as his-story
In classes held on city streets
Where we had to learn how to beat defeat
And our teachers were men
that had the same problem as him
because they held the wisdom but were the victims
Of living in this broken system.