Just getting by

Just getting by I been there a while. Not knowing what’s for dinner. Not knowing what tomorrow may bring. I hoped every night that tomorrow would bring a better day,But it didn’t. It only brought more struggle and sorrow. People say that kinda shit builds character,But what is character worth in a world full of fakes. I’m like fuck it. I got to get out here and make it I’m tired of just getting by ,But hell it ain’t no where to turn. The streets only get you locked in a cage,Or dropped six feet deep in a box. Can’t go to the government there out of order. And doing your own thing takes money.can’t find a job for all the reasons above,So what is there left to do. Where is there to turn. I guess I’ll keep on getting by.

A Life of credentials

Credentials
Credentials are badges given and judged by society to say, “I’m better than you, or you’re qualified for this job, this frat, or that Fraternity”, but why do I have to have the credentials society up holds like being a Harvard, Princeton or Yale graduate? Well, all that’s nice, but its not me. I have my own credentials that I value. For example, my prison strips, my inked and Scarred body, My locks of wisdom, or my degree of graduating not being a statistic,or my credential of being a young black Entrepreneur. What about my ability to speak freely and let my soul bleed on paper while all my worries disappear with every stroke of my pen. Why aren’t my credentials good enough for your schools, or good enough for your jobs? Why is it that I am not welcomed to join your family’s. Why? But in the end, your only adding to my long list of budding credentials. So, for that, I thank you America.