A Boy Misunderstood

He said 'welcome to my childhood,

where I have been brought up in the hood, 

Where the young boys here, we're all misunderstood,

And I don't see my father, so all I know is motherhood. 

Then when i see my mother struggling, I sell all kinds of drugs.

And I know at night she cries, when she see's me with these thugs

but we know I have no choice, so we put in earplugs.

Now believe it or not but i know I'm not meant for this life,

where i have to walk down the street, with a sharp pocket knife 

Hoping for protection, in a hood full of strife.

Instead, i have hopes dreams and ambition,

And I was hoping one day I could be a mathematician,

you know, the teachers used to say I could be Newtons next edition?

But now they look at me and think I'd have to be a magician, to get  into that position,

and instead I should stick, to being like every 'hood musician'.

So, he asked me what to do , now that the police are on his case, 

and while the teachers are all telling him, he's nothing but a disgrace, 

and wherever he goes they make him feel misplaced.

So there ain't no life for most boys in the hood, 

because boys like him , they're all mis -under- stood .