What’s good?

I walk,

Who knows where.

Not me,

Because I really don't care.

Home boy walks up to me,

And says with a smile:

HWhat's good?

No what's up,

Or hello, hey,

How's it goin,

Wassup, or hiya.

They ask me:

Have you eaten enough today?

How much have you been through

In the past week?

Is your family ok?

Do you need to talk?

Still in school?

Need anything?

Cops bothering you?

Still working?

Anybody need some ruffin' up?

Is it too much?

It's not easy,

Surrounded on all sides by

Someone else's land of liberty.

The land I'll never see,

Because I was born as I am,

Me.

I could cry like my heart desires,

But the screets didn't raise a punk.

Neither did my parents.

And so we each reply with the

Usual 4 worded compliment.

"Same old same old"

Y'know?

Rather not trouble one another,

With even more junk.

A silent reminder,

There's nothing we can do.

How can we carry on,

When the weight of two worlds?

Maybe if we believed a little more.

But life is good

As they say,

It's just another day in paradise

Another day to live

And walk forward into

What may come.

It was a good day