LISTEN TO HER SHE SPEAKS

Have you ever closed your eyes and opened your ears. I remember the warm summer nights.
CLOSE YOUR EYES LISTEN TO BROOKLYN SHE SPEAKS. Let her blow a kiss and hope it lands on your cheek. She's only mean sometimes but she can't help it, it's because of the things she's seen. All the blood she's let fall on her hands. She loves though and that's because she's loved. Listen to her closely because she only whispering.

"I cherish those moments, the moments where I hear laughter. I hear the young boys cracking on the young girls. I hear the old heads trying to grab the attention of those young girls that look older than their age. The young boys try it too but some girls just roll their eyes. I've seen it happen and I laugh each and everytime.
I've seen it when the single mother has that one moment to herself the time when her children are asleep dreaming. I've seen that smile fade and tears appear, I've cried with her for she has struggles. I compare with her, I've struggled, I cry.
I watch the dealer give that women her next hit, she feens for it and he feens for it too. The money calls him, yeah money talks too. I see the guy that joins her how they compare, they share love but the love is for each other, they compare because of the drug. They no longer have to worry there gone now into another dimension another place where none of the b.s. exist. She smiles, he smiles their lifted their happy, but only for that moment. Back to the good times, do you remember those times? The family cookout in the park, that Sunday when your daughter showed everyone she could dance, yeah she was only two then but she's twenty now, she hasn't given up on you but she's decided to try and be the opposite of you.
She searches for you and crys because she can't find you. She's happy in the day but at night she cries. She has two kids and at night she cries, she cries because she wishes you were there to help her, she wishes you and daddy could know who her kids were, she wish she hadn't met the bum that got her knocked up even though her children are her everything. She wishes you were there. She wishes she could go back to being two years old.
Here's her message to you 'I love you and I hope where ever you and poppy are you know I'm here always and forever.'
See it's important to listen to me and remember I never sleep I watch over you and make sure that you survive in these mean streets. Your going to make it out though for you, your husband, child and her children your going to make it, the both of you will."