My mom let a demon in, cracks in the door,
New husband, old scars, we can’t ignore.
Crack pipe dreams, steal the food stamps,
Welfare checks gone, he left in a trance.

Brothers crying, shadows on the wall,
I’m out there hustling, catch me if I fall.
Delivering drugs at dawn, missin’ the first period bell,
Football dreams crushed, a sch…read more

Born in the South, under that Carolina sky,
Josephine Robinson , a strong black woman with pride.
Eighth grade education, couldn’t hold her back,
Racism of the south tried to stop her, but she stayed on track.
To Philly she migrated, dreams in her eyes,
Two kids by her side, she was destined to rise.
Two Turner Street homes, bought…read more