The Highrise Survival

Well look here. Here we go again.

More proof to why poor folk like us don’t win.

When high rise condo apartments are for sell and not for rent.

 

Say why are they called high rise?

They rise above the poor folk who look on in disguise.

The way they feel.

Why they build for the wealthy buyers and we struggle just to pay the bills.

 

They look mighty fine.

But you have to have the bread and never get behind. Cause that’s the worst.

To get behind in the new high rise for you means waiting on that expensive purse.

 

Getting behind for me, well that’s a different story. Behind for me means notes on the door.

With extreme debts to fees just to get by. Debt thats hard to get out of and I will tell you why. I’m a slave to the state.

Child support is the new chain and whip.

I sealed my own fate.

 

But no excuses, I’m humbled now that the state enforced my reduces. That’s okay.

For my kids I provide as I survive with the crumbs they leave me and the struggle paves the way.

To a better destination.

I needed to leave in order to take the opportunity for better compensation.

 

I’m a statistic to the black community but there is something they can’t sensation.

And that is I paid my dues and never quit.

Even with adversity I was facin.

My cottage is humble. It stood times earthquake.

Like it, I will shake but never crumble.

 

It’s like me, it’s not wood based. I’m built by seconds and minutes that can never be traced.

I stand the test.

I lived through the stress and completed the process.

 

That’s what I think when I walk pass by.

I harbor thoughts and try to visualize when I can live in the high rise and tell my story of how I survived.