After a long day at school put through affliction,
I leave for home in the teeth chattering rain,
Finally I enter through the doorway of my home
Sores cover my body, Shame illuminates my bare head,
Time for another miserable night of homework and chores,
Times are tough, mother working two jobs,
Father out of work, 5 o'clock time to head to the daily grind,
Minimum wage, can it get any worse? Little brother and sister
waiting for dinner, Merely six and seven, they don't deserve this,
To them this is normal, this is life, survival of the fittest, "Keep pushing,"
mom always tells me, "It'll get better," Poverty stricken, I lie awake every night,
Dad comes home late another unsuccessful day job hunting, Whispering,
They come in my room, I feel my mothers soft lips kiss my head,
that's what gets me through the day,
One day at a time. As T.I. said "You got to be thankful for the life that you got,
stop lookin' at what you ain't got, and be thankful for what you do got."
