VJ posted this poem on Facebook and told me I could share it!

High Hood Pressure

The doctor told me the other day that I was sick, cause I could’ve eaten better
bad heart, frustrated, whole life’s just one big stressor.
He said “your dad died young, so did your uncle, typical of High Blood Pressure,
Evicted, broke, cops, dope, forget that, this is High Hood Pressure.
See I was thinkin the other day, “do niggas like to kill each other”?
Shootin each other over some shoes, do niggas like to struggle?
We run from cops, and so we should, they’ll kill ya before they’ll help ya
Sometimes we run and aint did shit, that’s a symptom of High Hood Pressure.
See I hadn’t seen a suburb or nice pool except on my t.v
but when I walk out my front door just pools of poverty.
One day I went to school, my brother got shot and dad locked away
But I was still alive with no felonies, so that was a positive day.
See I did good on a test one time, my teacher said “let’s call home”!
I said “my mom would like to know, but damn, we aint got no phone”.
See I was in like the 4th grade before I found out we were poor,
Teacher pissed me off cause my mom didn’t make 20 thousand or more.
So that day I was thinking are we just some broke down tramps?
Forget that, a nigga still felt good to eat from them food stamps!
So if you say something dumb, and I use my fist to check ya,
Don’t think that I’ve gone insane, I’m just suffering from High Hood Presseure.
“so doc is there a pill or shot to alter my angry vision”?
This High Hood Pressure gone get a nigga locked up in the prison.