Lost Boys

From a family of farmers
I came to plant a seed
My realness , my voice
inherited by those of my breed
I love my fellow man
but they are lost in deep sleep
They're waiting to climb
& the mountain only gets steep
I cry for my men ,
the ones that are hav'n fun & brag'n
then
I try for my men ,
feels likee I'm drag'n 'em
But the minute I let go ,
it's likee their back to slackin and
I wanna ket 'em kno
their essence of life is lackin some
It's not about waking up
& see'n how much yu stack'n son
It's about appreciating
all that life has packed in a
short little journey
that you haven't even finished yet
Not about making lists of
all the girls yu got swimmers wet
if yu smiled
it wasn't funny
no pun , no joke
Sometimes days aren't always sunny
no fun , just smoke
They say weed is the answer
They love the Mary Jane
But weed only comes in handy
Designed to numb the pain
He said I'm pointing fingers
That I never look to self
But realize I'm genetically
endowed w/ mental wealth
Unlike the other girls
I can function without the stealth
My agendas in the open
Immune to every pelt
I've learned I can't force
despite my wholesome intent
A lost boy is someone's
comrade , a brother
my friend
So I leave it up to prayer
Hope the message gets sent
I pray one day
all the lost boys become men .