Gone wast his father
For his brother wast the role model he got
Although the life of Tony did seem to falter
Too busy was his mother to beest distraught
Not there was his mother
When he came across her stash
He found something like no other
To make himself some cash
Important wast not school
But wast having the newest robes
For greed was an important tool
Down into the drug game he goes
Dark is his future
For it will be like the sewer
The Author
Went did he to a white school
But lived he in the hood
Having old robes wast not cool
And going to Riverdale did not do him any good
Loving was his mother
Rushed home did he
For she loved him like no other
And the streets at night were nowhere to be
Hard was being too rich or too poor
His personality was cleaved
He did not know who he was anymore
For it seemed he was suffocating whenever he breathed
Confused was he
Though the clarity resided with his family
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