Three Minded

by Elijah Piccoli

You're not home
If you're all alone
Miserable condition
Is hardly livable

I was never sad
That I never had a dad
I decided to pick my stick out of the dirt
Even though I was hurt
Not 'cause I was left at birth
But because I stubbed my toe
Yo, I know I got bad flow
But nice rhymes
Arrested six times for four crimes
Two were lines
I got three minds
All blind
If I combine
Them, maybe I'd see