I take one sip
to quench my thirst
to lick my lips
sometimes it's my first
thing that i do to start
my day, can't say why
it just be's that way.
Something inside puts
the blues in me.
Or maybe some things
just may be.

Welcome To My Neighborhood


Thru Debris,
desecration and dysfunctions,
We manage to bred,
raise and live in this neighborhood.
My stomping ground,
my place to be, my around the way
Where everybody knows
my name; and all those who knows me got
my back. Where dreams are create
and shattered in one thought.
Yet thru all of our disadvantages
we still manage to survive.
They can hide us in huts
behind lead painted roach infested walls;
yet our plants continue to grow in our windows.
Promising us better days ahead.
Welcome to my neighborhood.

A tree grows in the city
breaking through concrete
walls, surviving on God's sun
and an occasional rain.


So she grows, free of
the grime and crime,
the fast hustle and bustle
man can not stop time nor
nature from continuing it's mission.

Still she grows, surviving on the grace of GOD like my people.