A song played at a close casket funeral lay him to rest he tried his best shot in the chest , yet his biggest test was to impress people that didn't give a damn about him so now his quest to gain the wings in the sky touch the clouds flying high watching the world move fast the times we laugh trying not to cry hear me try , dry my crying eyes to see you rise out the cloud I'm proud screaming loud your look and plenty wishes God holding you he's not finish My Ghetto Gospel.
V2. Seen the sentence trials waiting to be finishing another male arrested sentence to jail robbery the cause of act we living to die ... a living fact , trap in a sinful world giving back to those in need that's my word , waiting to impact the world bullets spray the car a little girl dies on contact , being black got me paranoid from being attack where do I run when cops harass me in bigger packs I know God watching over my back , My Ghetto Gospel
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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...
