
I'm just a kid from Newark The streets Made me weary, Skeptical, Be careful who you Let next to you, I was In & out different schools, My mom said be a leader, Not a follower, So I made my own rules, Still in Newark till this day, My poetic message Is to help the youth, Write their feelings down And somehow, someway, Get out of Newark someday. Drugs, fiends, guns, money, Run ...