Sterling

Two to five for possession, but no time for breaking hearts

Five to seven for dealing, but no time for leaving love

Then he met Teresa while hanging on St. Nick

That smile of hers spanned Manhattan

But what happened when their little boy turned 6.

There's a summer in Sterling's hope, that yields to winter in the history of his soul

Fly to heaven inside your dream your home ain't up there it's only streets

Sterling was born in Montego Bay, his daddy was deft with a whip

Broken and stitched on the wheel of an XL Lyft

Where is the justice for who his parents are,

Where is the pay off for the cuts across his arm

Where is the justice where is the justice where is the justice