"The Ultimate Measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comforts and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." - Martin Luther King, Jr. 1965


We live in a space that adjusts what makes
comfort a luxury
Have to sell dust in a plastic bag, that
his brother lent him
See, he packed his lunch,
getting up at four in the morning
to
  bust his butt before going to school
  earning that elementary diploma
People look down on his big brother, Dylan
so
badly
    Try supporting four brothers
and a little sister who's just starting
to learn about boys
  who walk with a limp, and she
  probably doesn't know it, man,
but
  the last word she heard was
             "Don't disrespect me, Bitch!"
   With that black eye, she wore tacky
  eye shadow on each eye
with a gun behind her head
All big brother worries about is
his little broken family
  His mom and dad, angels sent from God

"God just needed to talk to pa', and momma's
givin' grandma her maccaroni surprise."

Dylan's last bedtime story to his siblings
before the po-po caught him in the middle
of a deal
    

              His brothers cried;
          they didn't understand as
      their sister went missing as he
               was out dealing

Dylan knew they'd be going to a home,
hopefully together
but
this is what happens
              as you live life
in a space
               that
charges happiness.