THE KID ZEKE

76th street and Hoover
Aka NCT block.
Growin up pitchin rocks
San Bernadino be my spot.
I’ll never give it up.
Gangs and Drugs keep the streets hot.
Posted up on the block
Waitin for something to pop off.
Shit started getting hectic
So I tried to stop.

Got a pen and paper and started hip-hop.
Sketchy at first.
Off track and off line.
Thought it was my time to shine.

Homies callin me sayin,
I need you there tonight
So I jump in the whip.
When I’ll be back,
I don’t know when.
Villans going through my head.
Wonderin what would happen if I end up dead.

Snap back to where I started at,
Gun shots got me havin panic attacks.
Lookin around and jumpin to the closest branch.
Sneek to the back of a pad,
Known in the streets as the bad kid.
Jump out the back and unload a clip.
One man shot in the arm,
The rest missed.

Two, three, 
Moved to New Mex
At night I pray to god to forgive my sins.
And that’s the story of Zeke,
Been taught by the streets,
To all the homies dead, rest in peace. 

-Zeke- High-school Junior at RFK Charter Scchool