A poem of mines called LIL FREDDY

HE WALKS THE STREETS WITH NO MALE GUIDANCE IN HIS LIFE'MOMS A CRACKHEAD WHO DOESNT TREAT OR TEACH HER SON RIGHTHES A SMART LIL BOY WITH THE WRONG IDEA OF THE WORLD WE LIVE INSO HE PLAYS DICE WITH THE NEIGHBORHOOD GANGSTAZ SO HE CAN FIT INSAME CLOTHES ON FOR DAYS..SHOES UNTIED CAUSE HE WAS NEVER TAUGHT HOW TO TIE THEM THE RIGHT WAY.EVERY NOW AND THEN HE'LL SEE ME AND ASK FOR SOME CHANGESO I GIVE IT TO HIM..SAD PART IS HES ONLY IN THE SECOND GRADEHE TELLS ME THE STREETS TEACHES HIM HOW TO BE A MANBUT HE'S ONLY 8..SO THERES NOT MUCH HE REALLY UNDERSTANDSHE ACTS LIKE HES GOOD BUT HIS FACE READS PAIN AND STRUGGLEITS MESSED HOW SO YOUNG AND THERES NO BODY THAT LOVES YOU!!!