Who Me, Where Am I From... Poem by Chris Hall

Who me,
You asked me where I'm from...

I grew up in da rough part of town
Where the sound of gun shots makes everyone hit the ground
Where there’s death by violence everyday
Where there’s no escape, there’s no running away

Who me, I grew up on da 'wrong' side of da tracks
In a black neighborhood where everything lacks
In a neighborhood riddled with bullet holes from drive bys
In a neighborhood where the youngest kid is hit and dies

Who me, I grew up in da streets,
Streets that are dead and have no heartbeat
Streets where my people live but no one cares
Streets where there's no escape- no escape but no one cares