I wrote this poem last year as you can see.
I basically wrote this for my fellow black brothers
who's on the streets selling their souls to Satan.
This poem I write, may not change a whole lot of things but I know that it has the power to reach out and touch someone who's in the position I explained above.
Ghetto Prisoners, rise, rise, rise!
Wake-up, wake-up, and change your lives!
It's almost the end of 1999
and it's about time for the new millenium
and if you ain't ready,
time will pass you by.
With all this technology coming on,
if you don't apply yourself, then you'll be gone!
There ain't no future with pot and crack,
all that's doing is holding you back!
What are you gonna tell your kids and grandkids,
what you did,
for a career.
It's time to make a change,
before it's too late!
It's time to lift yourself out of the mud
and show society, what you're made of!
Otherwise, you'll be handcuffed and imprisoned,
like the next person who didn't listen.
First, you have to have self-esteem,
before you can reach any dream.
You have to strive to stay alive,
or else, you'll die!
Please, all I ask is for you,
to make it your mission,
not to end up in the ghetto prison.
But it has to be in your decision,
under your admission,
to make things in life right,
for one last time.