MISSKEY'S VERSE:
A 3 year old kid sat at a bus stop by himself
crying loudly. You see him from across the street
and whispered something to yourself --
the kid heard you. What happened?
I remember these days of solitude feeling alone
Not many people even remember what its like, that old
But I remember it so clearly, its so hard to believe
Wandering the streets of my city at the young age of three
So I’m looking at this young girl all by herself
Reminded me of all the hard things life had dealt
Three, that’s when it all started, I never was one to conform
While my mom was too busy with men, I invented my norm
Didn’t want to fall asleep to moans and groans
I’d rather creep out to my yard and finish bottles of Petrone
I had no clue what I was doing at such a tender age
Falling victim to the ghetto and all its rage
Hiding in alleys just to watch the pimps at their play
Seeing junkies shoot dope and watching johns get laid
At my age, it all looked like cartoons to me
Didn’t realize what I saw a young girl should never see
But after years of neglect I’ve lost all sensitivity
I’ve numbed myself from all of the possibilities
Of feeling real emotion, it all is like a mirage
Nothing is pure to me after living a life so hard
My mom says I act too grown, if only she knew
But she was too busy trying to land her next screw
And I knew she did it to feed me but I have no sympathy
I’ve watched other girls moms get checks and stamps monthly
But my mom’s pride was high although she was low
Living her life as the neighborhood weed smoking hoe
So when I look across the street at the girl at the bus stop
I wonder if I should speak to her or call the cops
Cause I don’t want her to go through all that I had to
I say to myself “girl go home, that’s what you need to do.”
And surprisingly she looks up as if she could here me speak
Eyes brown, nose small, and a presence so meek
But what was startling is something I tried hard not to see
The little girl I was looking at was me,
she
was
me.
Visions of my youth lost in the streets.
Dissappearence of innocence, just like me