MY HOOD (a fairly real tale)

 
I  applied  for  a  beautiful  new  home  on  a  street  called  Peace
You  probably  heard  of  it  before,  its  in  a  quiet  but  big  city of Love
The  apartment  I’m  interested  in  is  numbered  2B
I  would  be  living  under  Respect  and  over  Grace
I  hope  2B  a  good  neighbor  in  my  new  Hood  and   make  a lot  of Friends
I’m  gonna  enjoy  living  in  2B,  on Peace  Street  in  a  City of Love!

What  a  far  cry  from  other  places  that   I have  lived,  in  streets  and   towns  nearby,
Just  around  the  corner,  I  hung  out  in   a   boarded  up  shack  on  the  Boulevard
of  Isolation,  you  probably  seen  me  out  there  at  the intersection  of Isolation  
and  Shame,  Holding  My  Head  low  was  the  name  of   the  gang  that  controlled  that
block,  you  see  I  had  been  shot  down  in  front  of  a  store  called  SIN,  yeah  madd
headz  be  up  in  there  and   we  all  were  down  together  trying   to   get  endz.   The
Head  pimp  was  a  slick  cat  we  called  Temptation,  he  was  always  facing  time
But  kept  coming  back  around,  we  thought  that  it  was  cause  of  this   fine  @sss
chick  that  was  his  main  thoroughbred  by the  name  of   Low Self Esteem,  we
called  her   LOWER SELF  for  short,  ya  know  what  I  mean!  Well  me  and  Lower
Self  started  having  an  affair  that  Temptation  initially  provoked.  So  him  and
His  henchman  named  Jealousy  shot  me  right  there  in  front  of  Sin.   Yup,  it
was  four  shots  straight  to  my  dome,  which  opened  deep  wounds  of  Guilt.
Damn  them  shots  of  Guilt  hurt  real  bad,  from  the  wounds  I  wasn’t  certain
to  survive,  all  the  time  Low Self Esteem  was  right  by  my  side.  As  she  tried
to  get  me  to  seek out  her  distant  cousin  name  Revenge  to settle the  score
but  I  felt  as  long  as   I’m  with Low Self Esteem  I  could  never  defeat  
Temptation  and  certainly  not  with  her  cousin  Revenge.

 So  eventually  I recovered  thanks  to  the  help of  this   positive  lady  therapist  by  the  name  of
Faith. Faith  was  a  woman  to  behold,  she  was  large  but  with  a   pretty  face,
She  had  a lot  of  friends  and  admirers  but  choose  to  remain  single.  For  surely
If  she  wasn’t  so  busy,  I  would  have  married  her.  She  said  she  liked  me  but
Her  life  was  devoted  exclusively  to  teaching.  So  we  still  speak  and  go  out
On  occasion  and  for  this  I’m  Thankful.  She  would  always  refer  to  her  mentor
And  quote  him  often,  he  went  by  many  names,  depending  on  who  and   what
Side  of  town  you  were  in.  She  called  him  LORD,  and  after  I  got  to  know  him
when  we  would  talk  I just  called  him  GOD, he  said  that  was  cool,  sometimes
we  joked  and  he  would  call  me  GOD  too,  I knew  he  did  it  to help  me  to
realize  my  responsibilities  and   not  in  anyway  condescending.  He  was  down
with  a  few  who  called  themselves  Righteous, but  when  I would  go  to  meet
them  it  was  never  more  than  one  or  two  present.  In  there  eyes  and  mannerisms
GOD  was  always  present.  That  brings  me  back  to  the  present,  in  my  long  winded
story.

 So  I  was  traveling  in  my  new  2016  ride,  the  hottest  vehicle out  there,
yup  I was  riding  in  a  all  black  Grateful, when  I  saw  the  ad  for  the  Peace  street
development,  I  sure  hope  I  get  in  because  I  know  I would  love  living  there!

MORAL OF THE STORY is  to look at   the CAPITALIZED WORDS  to  show  you  how   you  livin'......MY HOOD  could   very  well   be  your  story!