The hood gives back what it no longer needs.Never promising that legacies are in bloodlines.

That the will left behind is written in blood and sweat.

For the children it’s more a mental load 

it’s a ghost that haunts in behavior.

it’s a memory that stays stagnate.

All of it sitting in corners with the weight of cobwebs 

holding back youth in all it’s painful glory 

played in songs that gave substance to lonely moments

that ended on tattered pages of old spiral notebooks.


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