How did he do it? Two lives, double edged sword One hood, one love, one hug from a thug As he gets out the pen Grabs a menthol, popping crystal Off the light yall, its almost nightfall Now he off lock, what he do, what move does he ponder I often wonder did he suffer from hunger Does he breathe longer? Is he a reformed whore-monger? Is the outside world where he belong a...? Young child sees but no embrace do to so much longing Without his father, he never knew the latter How could he climb through life with no ladder? He’s growing up, he’s getting a little older, he understands What he doesn’t is how a man, can not be a man Physically he got a **** just like them In his mind he tells himself he don’t wanna be like them How he end up just like them When he grows up, he wanted to be an architect Rebuild the community he helped to defect Now he wants to be political but the streets tell him he’s hypocritical Cuz he don’t pass coins to bums and his lyrical Essence defies his presence Who would listen, for he’s just an adolescent? With transgressions like the next man In line to play, all he wants is next man Can he get it, no Cuz society places barrier like rising tuition Feed him liquor and sweets on every corner for nutrition All he know is what his mama told him Books were available but that wasn’t what consoled At night, when the time was just right His sisters gone, working overnight. He grabs his sketch pad Scribbles notes and figures, How he end up just like them He knew the game that was his second wind His forte, late night, blowing in the end He became an addict or did he design attics? He stays next door to you, you tell me………….