A Childs Cry Through The Bedroom Door Dope dealers, prostitution, manipulation, thieving, and plotting. If I could only get to my grandma house. Mama trying to be a player, And I am sitting home without food to eat. Sniffing that white powder up her nose. Oh what have I done. I want my real daddy to come home. Looking through the windows, I sit upon the cage. Slavery upon my torso, the whip of a man in rage. Within the light I cried, as my mom screamed out loud. Oh dear lord, I felt the pain through my mothers womb. I live in a war zone of horror, I wear the scars of tomorrow. The battle with the leaders of my tomorrow. A death trap which I live within. Cursing screaming, fighting all day. The television burning, home work on delay. School teachers calling everyday. Welfare check two days late. Who fights for me. Mama crying blood a dripping, huddle in a fetal form. Guns are blasting. Smell of alcoholic beverage, Needles and white powder cocaine. Copal sergeants on patrol. Social worker dictates my future, who and where I shall live. The dungeon of hell. Child molestation, Whips are cracking, looking through a 8/11 cell. Who am I ? a frame without the picture inside. I continue to carry the scars Rise me my father that I may regain my strength “Without you lord”, I am nothing and my bones are tired I am worried and I can’t go on much longer, I stand with the torch, my spirit is no longer willing. My mother no longer cry for me, I walk alone through the dark, “Without you lord,” I could know longer carry the torch Through the legacy of thy ancestors, I the return Of a darken yesterday, I cry alone. The scars that carry the smell of rotten roots. A forgotten child. Life has become death in a forgotten tomb. The rain nurtures the Universe, The ocean speaks, Listen as it gives life the ocean, the rivers of the Niles, The liberty of nations, open doors for them to cross. I wonder upon the night, watching children with mothers and fathers, And some just mothers. My stomach cries starvation, My mother spends her money on the pipe. I have felt the pain of my mother, even as I was born. The disease that she carries, she gave it to me. Death to the unborn seed. Oh if I could only be blessed to have parents as others, No one really gives a dam. Born in a torture of hell. I walk alone treason by my family tree. They enslaved my ancestors, and I have became the prophecies Of a future doomed to hell. My roots are dead, my family tree hides behind the doors. Leaving me for the slave master retreat. Save me dear lord, no one fights for me. Out of sight out of mind. Take me dear lord I am already dead.