Somewhere

Somewhere in Queens, There’s a toddler sittin’ in between two teens In the back seat of a rented Lamborghini, While his mom’s blastin’ music from “The Emancipation of Mimi” But the tot’s not in a baby seat cause his moms thinks he’s not so teeny, he don’t need it. But she’s doin’ 80 down a one-way street like she on a freeway. And on the end of that street’s a student talkin’ to his peers. With blasted music so loud, there’s nothin’ she could hear. But she sees the kid, quickly kicks the brakes and… Damn, that baby only lived for three years. While… Somewhere in Staten Island, There’s this stay-at-home-wife sighin’, Signin’ a restrainin’ order cause her husband’s on some domestic violence type shit. Shit, just a piece of paper? Should be jail time since He’s gonna end up knockin’ on her door sooner or later. “See ya later alligator!” is what she’s thinkin’ now, But “In a while crocodile!” is the thing that makes him smile. “Smile now, cry later!” so she holds herself to a smirk on the side of her cheek. Should be thinkin’ about the reality, But instead she sighs a sigh of relief. While… Somewhere Downtown, There’s this girl cryin’ on the ground, Cause the ground’s the only thing that can catch her when she’s feelin’ down. Down, under that phony smile that’s sloppily placed on her face, Lyes the lies that are fed by her very own disgrace. Amazing Grace doesn’t seem so graceful, When you’re facing a rough road ahead, And there’s no one to relate to. Too many hits to the head by her so called “Boyfriend”, Is why she lays on that cold concrete ground, dead. While… Somewhere in Brooklyn, There’s this crippled man shook cause, He don’t know what to do when there’s these little kids shootin’. Shootin’ hoops ain’t the only thing he wishes he could do. He’s doin’ nothin’, but buggin’ cause his cousin stole his shoes. Choosin’ flags over family? He gotta be mentally challenged, B. He obviously doesn’t understand the damage he Had to be Goin’ through that day. Now day after day, He’s testin’, searchin’ for the right knife to take his life away. While… Somewhere in The Bronx, There’s this boy gettin’ shot, And shots of heroine’s injected in an arm down the block. They’re overdosin’ themselves because that’s all that they got. They got no family that loves them because they busy smoking blunts. There’s bricks of marijuana somewhere, so they busy breakin’ locks. Locked up brains secluded, intruders like the meltin’ pot. Plottin’ their way for invasion. It crept through to you, That’s why that boy is getting’ shot. While… Somewhere in this house, There’s this poet spittin’ knowledge out his mouth, Cause his mouth comes second to his pen which let’s his knowledge out. Out there are the lies that try to infect ya mind. In here are the words that try to make them unjustified. Do ya mind? You shouldn’t, cause believe when I say this won’t waste ya time. And time is somethin’ that you can never get back, And that’s a fact. You could believe that, But don’t believe that “Wrong place at the wrong time” stuff, that’s bullshit! You’re where you’re supposed to be right now,And that’s somewhere important!