by Tracy Mckever

Rock a bye baby on the treetop
Humming to the sounds of brothers busting off shots
From their nine millimeters and glocks
While standing on project rooftops

When the wind blows everything stops
Fears escalate and security drops
No sign of protection from the cops
Who's going to protect mama from pop?

The cradle will rock as danger knocks
Hands turning faster on the clocks
Cowards gathering in flocks
Prostitutes outside of churches sucking on cocks

When the bow breaks we'll make an escape
Making our way further upstate
Fleeing from welfare and section eight
No more broken dreams and self inflicted hate

The cradle will fall but not on us
Because God believes in those that trust
Getting out of the ghetto is a must
I'll huff and I'll puff but I will not bust

And down will come all this grief
Of burdened heartaches of disbelief
That beds that are made don't need sheets
And that one day all this madness will cease

Baby cries but baby knows
That those who believe are the first to go
To the mountain from the valley's low
Abandoned seeds will never grow

Cradle your seeds and believe
That dreamers always achieve
Because hunger driven minds need to feed
For this cause I shall proceed

And all I need is one chance
To rid myself of this circumstance
Ignorant minds could be enhanced
But you'll never get it if you only glance

Pacifier by Tracy Mckever

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