I needed to play on this child hood memory. Thank you Abdul Drama you would spit something tens times better. For teaching me each word has a beat. I.love you baby brother.
Growing up in bed-stuy always taught to do or die.
Sleeping three to a bed
It was the saddest scene
Eating pinto beans and rice every day
Being stuck up for food stamps books by dope fiends
Walking across murder scenes
Watching beauty queens turn to crack fiends
Im from the school of hard knocks
That why I'm built to survive
even with a fail I learn to win
Back in the day Used to play in alley way flipping on dirty mattresses
Jumping double dutch over empty crack vials
Running through sprinklers
Handball in Tompkins Park
Block parties until shots ring through block
Watched church boys turn to drug dealers
Later on being buried in the same place they use to worship
Only freedom the hood had was the Yogi bear bus teaching us about Jesus
Saturday at the end of month mommy threw card parties to raise the rent money
Uncle did his signature dance the hack attack
While Aunt Cookie sold fried chicken backs and potato salad
Always a hustle just to have our basic needs
Fox get drunk and have a seizure
In the summer use to eat free lunch it was just the way we lived
Being the runner to pick up Aunties wild irish rose and pall mall gold
Taught this life is a hard knock life
I sat on the fire escape watching crime being committed
Watched the thieves rob the robbers
Seen a baby get hit by car running in the street while her mother sleep
Seen some shit you only read about In Treasure Blue books.
Wore hand me downs
Holes in my sneakers
Packing bags at Pathmark so my baby brother could eat
Refuse to steal so I rose and stood with the boys making my dough. Pushing carts and breaking up boxes.
Mommy gone for days on end but I refuse to snitch her out
I learn to wash clothes with ivory soap
Brush my teeth with bakong soda
Used it as my deodorant
But still I went to school
My dreams where bigger than my circumstances
The hard knock life gave me more kicks than kisses
I got a vision and Im determine to make it big
It why I don't sleep I have to make it.
It why I had to progress
I have to be hard press to bethe best
It why I don't have time to worry about the rest.
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.