Hook . A victim of gunshots you can see him cry the times he look to the sky and ask why the tears falling from his eyes inside a planet where everything is a panic
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Outside on the run a murderer a victim of a broken home where do he go looking for food no love in the neighborhood his family gone , what's good looking to be rich but life's a bitch wanting more so he issue a hit to get big dreams and wild shit , broken inside fienin on the outside watch his father commit homicides inside the broken home of his mother suicide , so much pain to put aside a lot of killings unrecognized check the genocide , inside his head living like a wild man a heart that's dead , a fear of jail is all he hear will the cell paint his death times are severe , murder the case the evil of his conscious he'll face to secure the bag that's what he'll chase no matter if Black or Mexican it's only a few race that can compare
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So much pain in the streets bodying lying under white sheets when they cover up the young nigga feet as the people fall to concrete screaming knowing this life no longer a dream , many tears so these times have a lot of people fear close my eyes another brother gone this year where I go my people disappear my vision no longer clear pass the roses inside the basket lie them on top of the casket , so many funeral of homicides niggaz want peace but it's hard for them to decide police leaving niggaz dead on the roadside the cops intoxicated more than nigga on the s
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoetryPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
