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.