•The Real Blood That's Left Behind•
bloody gang, bloody gang, bloody gang, bloody gang
does that mean for crips vs bloods
or is it the song u sing when u see another black boy dead on the street ?
no really, i'm asking
i wanna know
as u ride around south central, oakland, or compton
in yo all black drop top
that got hydraulics on it
u put up yo set up like its the thing that will get u out the hood
when in all reality, it's the thing that's gone get u killT next week !
or ya brother, or ya cousin
hell i don't know
all i know is, u down the same path ya daddy is
and he in jail
so which one is it Delinquent ??
prison or death ?
the choice is yours
i would hate to see ya momma lose another man in her life
or your beautiful brown skin, tainted by the blood marks that seeped through your shirt
in the middle of the street, face up
when ppl walk or drive by, they say fly high
but i'm all reality, you're just joining
the brothers that made it up there before u
tell me, why do u wanna die ?
why do u want to leave me so bad ?
you're my protector
my future husband
my future son
but u couldn't even last that long....
bloody gang, bloody gang, bloody gang, bloody gang
please, just stay with me
please
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Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
