That weed that grows

The weed at the end of the block that's

growing outta the gutta on my street

represents for me

the last little ounce of hope

I take with me

to carry me into the days

I lead...

these days are for me MAN!

Because if they aren't for me than what can I possibly offer

to my community?

What does the world really have to look forward to that

I can provide if I don't do it for me MAN?!

Si puedo encontrar el poder para progressar aunque lo encuento en el mas pobre jardin...

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©