BORN GUILTY Born on the north side, in a place called The Bricks Grew up wondering, if this was some kind of trick I had relatives, living well, and with prosperity But in The Brick Yard we lived, in poverty Had to fend for myself, in many ways Had to run for my life, on so many days Good days, bad days, some indiscretion Sooner or later, some paid for protection Experienced a lot during my youth I sometimes wondered, where was the truth Racism, bias, called names by my own race I couldn’t wait to get out of this place Graduated from High School, Mom was so proud I told her that day, I’m getting out of this crowd Spent some time up north, with my relatives Spent some time with the man, in the U.S. Military Lived up North for awhile, then moved back South Had some good jobs, even owned my own house You would think with all that, I would have it made But that’s not the case, some still think we’re slaves I’ve been abused, criticized, accused, and more I keep God in my life. He is my Savior I try to live, and l-- l---. I--- n-- e--- y-- s-- I g---- i- a-- r------ b--- t-, b---- B--- G----- E. V. SIMS |
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