101 (A original poem by Chico Bryson)
Come take a seat
It's about to get deep
So relax,
Kick up your. Feet
You see I was born elite
That's why the hill I climb is so steep
Had to face all life's challenges
& Could not cheat
So many times I wish
To throw in the towel & claim defeat
But grandad said
Quiting for the weak
Fight through the pain
& Better not weep
Not a single peep
Or 1 tear leak
With a kiss on the cheek
& Some money to eat ,
The creep would speak
I'm not raising no sheep
Be back. Gone to the beach
A young girl in the seat
pull off in his jeep
Be gone for weeks
Project halls is where I would sleep
That's how it goes in these New York streets
Gotta be strong,
so he started me young.
Surving the streets was
College 101
can't afford to be dumb
Want to end up a bum
Smelling like Jamaican rum
Or have 1 of life's greatest runs...