Mother's Day

It was Mother’s Day Sunday

You’ll call her up one day

And say you’re here with the blacks and Caucasians

18 years old

Trying to front and be bold

But Mom doesn’t fit that equation

Of jailhouse bluff

Where man equals tough

And humility feels like degradation

Among murderers from the news

And gang bangers, here’s you

A cholo in Cook County Chinos

In these concrete walls

To prove you have balls

They must think you’re willing to fight

Leave your voice set to loud

Puff your chest like you’re proud

To have guards tuck you in every night

And it’s kinda odd

How you love that façade

But I get it, I’ve been that way too

Acting like a kingpin

Wanting life to begin

Thinking family is just a big hassle

That gets in the way

You’ll make your own someday

And deal drugs ‘till you live in a castle

Till then, feed the need

Sling rocks and smoke weed

While stealing cars from your cousin

Your front won’t stop the storm

You act like it’s the norm

Still you know in your heart that it isn’t

Tears flood from your eyes

You dab them, surprised

You see there is something you lack

But as fast as you’re able

You wipe them off the steel table

At all costs, the front must come back