(Author's note: Yes KRS One used to live in a group home and in this song he mention it but he put himself there. Its a different story when your parents put u there and you're Black, poor & disabled.)
Drive up
Like a drive thru
Car pack from door to door
It’s not college
It’s not Summer camp
No returning home
Fake presence
For your parents
Click clock door slam & lock
Welcome to group home living
Everything on a tight schedule
Some workers r repeated criminals
Paid below minimum wage
Straps & slaps to beat out clients’ rage
T.V. blasting all day
The smell of bleach & ammonia
Turns the walls yellow
Lungs full of flem
No he is not KRS One who once lived in a group home
Dreaming of being a rap star
If KRS one can do it then I ca ca ca
Time for your medicine
Determination gets foggy
Like the San Francisco’s sky
Traveling in packs
Can’t be alone for a minute
Second by second is recorded for your file
Evaluation day is here
Parents out of the blue appears
You are in fear
Surrounded by adults
Who put you in here
Cards are stack nobody has your back
Years slip by
Passing down the tricks of the trade
No transitional stage
Kicked out because of your age
All those years and all of that money
One suitcase and no family
He is no Ted Williams
Story won’t be on youtube or radio
His hard times started at birth
Parents locked him up
Group home kicked him out
Police reported him for force treatment
No Hollywood ending
Got to put this in writing
Part 1 of group home living
By Leroy Moore
1/16/11