Escape

Hush little black kids don't you cry

It won’t be long until you die.

Statistics of a stereotypical African American male and female

Resembles the statistic of an orphan

Out in a world so cold, out so cold. With no one to hold.

No Mary Poppins in the world

Because Ms. Poppins is too scared

To go out in the ghetto because

In the hood everything’s Poppin’ with drug, sex and violence.

Let’s take a glimpse in the life of a black kid in the ghetto.

Like little Sarah and Billy

Who have been friends since they can remember

Matter of fact

Since they’ve been 10.

It happened when momma left Billy

Every morning at 10 just to get high and feel the buzz.

So Billy had to raise himself and four siblings.

While momma was still living her life.

And when Sarah was getting touched in between her thighs

Every other night by her dad

She used to scream and cry

But her mom was so hung over nobody ever listened.

Scarred by their past they wanted to be different, to beat statistic.

It was a celebration in the hood every time a kid hit 18.

Only because they were alive

But a bigger celebration when they finished high school

Without dropping out

Two months out of school little Billy gets shot

For being at the wrong place at the wrong time

Now he’s on the street dying with no one to hold

Not even little Sarah

Because she was waiting for him at home.

She had a surprise to tell him

She was six weeks pregnant

With his baby and she finally got the job out the hood and was ready to move

As soon as possible. To start a family.

Little does she know her baby will be fatherless.

Now somewhere down a long dark alley

Laid the corpse of little Billy.

So close to making it and beating the statistic

So close to

Escape