Jessie

Once upon a time there was a man named Jose, he was Dominican One of the biggest hustlers in the 80’s Uptown, early 80’s he met a little lady Her name was Mercedes that’s Spanish for Mercedes Late 80’s, Jose and Mercedes had a baby Born right after Raegan’s era They named her Jesenia The cutest and the calmest thing She barely cried, Little Jessie was born in ’89 at the dawn of spring Jose was proud ‘cause he comes from nothing All he knows is hustling, grew up barefoot, Dominican Republic But now he make sure they always have the fresh kicks Jose pushing Lexus, they always have the best shit So life was good, Jose did everything he could And Mercedes never worked, he was moving all that work Things are looking up Life was good, Jose did everything he could And Mercedes never worked, he was moving all that work But fast forward ’94 when little J was only five The same month that I was born, mid-July One day just changed her life Her dad got caught up in the heights Tragic, sad shit, in the whip, mad bricks Got sentenced to eleven And right after got deported But I’ll save shit for later ‘Cause right now it’s not important Mercedes didn’t know what to do Mercedes didn’t know what to do All she knew was trap dollars Couple months past, spent what was left of dad’s guala She was scooped young, and Never worked a day in her life They got evicted, living Shelter to shelter, dinner nothing but rice Little Jessie, stomach grumbling, her nose in the book And they pretending, but she could read the troubling looks After 3 years they got An apartment with her aunt and her family Nothing crazy, a one bedroom in the Bronx Mercedes worked 80hrs Two families of eight In a one bedroom, never had her own space Only space in her mind, books were her escape Who knew that’ll be the thing that make her great ‘Cause she got into Harvard She’s Harvard bound She’s Harvard bound Yeah, Harvard bound Things are looking up She went to college full time Worked fifty hours weekly Got through it, two jobs, straight A’s, it wasn’t easy Now little J is grown and she’s got some kids herself Trying to make it on her own and she’s trying to build some wealth But her fam asking for loans, and she feels she’s gotta help, not Everybody made it out She just gave without a doubt But know it’s getting out of hand, it’s fucking up her plans They don’t seem to understand she can’t get the upper hand 3K for bail, cousin, commissary for her brother jail, it’s nothing Mom Mercedes always getting tied with shark lenders And J would always help, but she said she won’t help her, fed up But they know the crib J live and all her business ventures Wasn’t cool, sent her pictures of her kids at the school Told her pay up, we know where you and your kids stay up You on the hook for your moms or Something’s gonna happen Now, J hates Jose J hates Jose for her life J hates Jose for trapping