Black Family

My woman secrets remain nameless,

Scared of what her family would claim as,

The love of her environmental protection,

Many gangsters who serve as weapons,

On top of the shelf against the walls,

Say my name and we’ll be sure to call,

Whatever U have back that gave U as family,

Since we know your mind was put out like an astray,

So I observe the DaDDy late in his hours,

Putting kids to sleep from that special power,

Police, Crips, Bloods, etcetera,

My woman keeps secrets to remain compatible,

A cracked childhood stated by withdrawals,

Learning family values projected as dollars,

I had 2 give her a nuisance she would see beyond,

Walking a different way where life has begun,

Though a problem that resides in and out,

My woman has crept the stormy cloud,

For our child whom deserves to dance,

Feeling his emotions without look of chance,

That those secrets built the society that fears,

Taking away so soon his move so near,

The productivity of his blood producing,

More of my manners cleaning up pollution,

My woman, a timid nature of art,

Doesn’t know where to begin but knows how to start,

A new family adjusted to the world,

A dream long forgotten when she was a little girl.