Was
crack pipes and
Dope
fiends
Not
literature and to be`s or
Not
to be`s
Rise
Sally rise Wipe your weeping eyes
Can’t
rise `cause she was
Intravenously
feed
Crack
and M.S.G. during
Pregnancy
Down,
down Baby, down, down a roller coaster
Ride
she was on when dope stimulants
Bleed
from her body
She
can’t swing know more `cause
She
was told
"
Little Sally" stays in your seat
The
seat was too small for her so
She lost recess
Junior
High was a joke `cause
All
she did was skip rocks and
Skip
school and then
She
skipped life
Getting
her first lesson in Anatomy
From
NIGGA`s on street corners
Grabbin`
and flash
Their
man hood in little Sally’s face
Chemistry
she failed in the classroom but passed on
The
street standing` naked in
Bathroom
and kitchens
Cutting
and splitting the bio carbonates
To
make that
Crack
that bore her
On
street Connors little Sally ran
From
ghetto birds
And
Po` Po`s for physical Education
Mathematics
came
Natural
when she realized
That
if I do
2
bits, plus
2
more, I can come up with
4
divide by
2,
I can stash 1/2 and split half and still half
2
more.
Algebra
came natural when dealing
With
promissory notes
That
had know promise
By
the time HIGH school rolled it’s
Way
around a blunt
Or
2 had been fired and little Sally
Kept getting
HIGHER
and HIGHER,
Eventually
that ghetto bird she ran from in Junior
HIGH
caught up to her in graduation day
She
didn’t get to cross her tassel she crossed
White
lines
Pleading
guilty to voluntarily
Throwing
away her
Education
the judge gave her 2
More
counts on
Ignorance
stamped her
With
a felony and little Sally
Can’t
rise no mo`
Years
passed and little Sally ain’t so
Little
no more
She’s
got 2 years to catch-up on
And 4 to become
Something
more than 2years of school will do
While
convicted of 2 counts of ignorance
She
gained 2 counts of
Growth
redefined to become
Accountable
for ones own action
And
she grew loving her
Self
and her
GHETTO
EDUCATION
Published in Arise Magazine, 2002-
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