• With nothing to lose and the world to gain
    “I cant just do nothing” speaks this child with no name
    He tells me his story, a simple stranger
    but to most there could be no stranger
    I turn to see his mother passing by; i see that gleam in his eye
    my mouth opens to speak but in the back of my mind… I know
    A child rises, opens his eyelids
    stuck in the same placesm with the same faces living out the phases of his life
    He puts on his nikes cause its all he’s worth
    tells his dad hey I’m gonna go to work
    The people he serve pay him to attention
    but his work is the only escape from the tension
    to everyone he is that blessed son
    but in his life he is the only one
    the only one who no one see
    who no one listens
    who doesnt shine
    who doesnt glisten
    the one person who wished he could die but could still smile in other’s eyes
    You must be so proud your father was a hero
    he lived his life in the shadow of that zero
    a man with his life to stake
    never thought of the lives he’d take
    and that day the headlines read
    fatal crash
    2 injured
    2 others dead
    He puts on his nikes cause its all hes worth
    no one in the house to tell he’s gonna go to work
    Earphones in, runnin to a beat
    boom tap boom boom boom tap
    in a race he hears no clap no sound no fear
    cause really all he needs is right in here
    legs are burning forever eternal
    much like the flame of that poet’s inferno
    he’s gunnin for the top, racin for his spot
    only to get beat a couple seconds off the clock
    3 AM and no one knows who I am
    Just a fly on the wall just watching waiting for him to fall
    he sits there all night moving only to turn a page
    staying up this late isnt healthy for a boy his age
    In a flash things turn
    tears stream his face begins to burn
    normal people would be asleep this time of night
    but for him it takes this long to get it right
    With nothing to lose and the world to gain
    “I can’t do nothing” speaks this child with no name
    He tells me his story, a simple stranger
    but to most there could be no stranger
    I turn to see his mother passing by; i see that gleam in his eye
    my mouth opens to speak but in the back of my mind…
    I know