Survival....

Enduring life, living under circumstances

and suffering in poverty, lacking dreams

as the mind is frustrated.

Simplifying terms is hard, you're calculating your meals so hard

and your stomach cant relax

as your intestine is confused.

Your mind is standing up while you're sitting down,

you can't resist the charm of crime

and you tired of waiting because

you're running out of time.

Siblings are here, they are looking at you,

your father is dead

he left your mother lying there,

hopelessly waiting on you to go out there

and come back with something that can feed these hungry eyes...

You dropped out of school,

Yes you are no good,

but who am I to point a finger at you

when my back encloses two young responsibilities

and a mother who brought home acronyms

on her way to get food me.

Every night I let my face soak in the sea

because every time my mind hits conclusions

I see a limited number of my family,

I see a couple of eyes without family

and I just cannot decide without having her...