Should Have

I should’ve went to Morehouse

instead of my dog’s house.

I should’ve went to school

instead of cutting up, acting a fool.

I should’ve used the tools God gave.

Instead, I was in survival mode—

ducking graves,

still grieving some type of pain.

I don’t even feel any type of way.

I just know how to write it away.

I should’ve gone to Oak Bluffs for the summer.

I was in the hood,

watching niggas serve undercovers.

God above us,

but God forgot what’s under us.

Should have.

Could have.

Would have.

I don’t blame my hood

or my past.

I accept what I can’t change.

I move forward—

because there’s nothing I lose

that I can’t get back.