I remember when we were simple
Living carefree in a world of uncertainty
When you could buy a sandwich bag full of candy for 25¢
At the same time every day we knew where our friends were… Cellphone what?
Crack era the era of champions
No matter what class of people you were in everyone was going through the same things
We took care of each other without having to bang a set it was never ok to cut up in the streets
Knowing you were going to get it by somebody’s momma
Water hoses quenched our thirst
Walking around the hood trying to stay low
Everyone knew what you did before you even finished it
If my eyes told their own stories
When life was hard asf but it was either sink or swim
East Camden NJ
East Side
Was where I used to reside heart of the hood
Words didn’t have to be spoken to be understood
We’ve all been through some shit
It’s all about how you use it
Yes use it, not let it swallow you
The best years of my life were also my most traumatic
Not to get all dramatic
Shit was hella dangerous
Asking my momma why she always needed so much company
Home filled to the brim, still I felt lonely
People can’t see the scars I’ve hidden so deep
And people wonder why I don’t sleep
My past amazes and haunts me
Amazed at how we went through so much yet we thrived
Haunted by drug infested gang related archives
Those streets made me hell they even saved me
I know this sounds crazy
Maybe not if you were born or grew

up in the 80s
I wear my hood on my back with a chip on my shoulder
East Camden grew me made me smarter knowing I had to work harder
Let the masses know roses do grow in concrete
Believe in YOU it’s not a thing you can’t do If you really want to P-U-S-H
Put your foot on the gas apply pressure
The world is yours God bless you