Looking in the streets the killing rate its a focus for me to concentrate on the youth killas wait for the truth can we find help kids die gunman shot a bullet floating in the sky hitting a baby stomach we cry families say they last goodbyes waiting to identify a arrest to suggest a sketch or request to locate the killas my people starving no wea to sleep searching for pillas do you feel a babies pain stuck in the rain looking for his father with no freedom to gain you ask why we live the lifestyle my people scream its hard to explain we gotta find a way teens die getting shot in the hallway rest in peace is hard to say. One Day at a time.
V2. These times black on black crimes rise the youth exchange whoopings the freedom to gains dies , illegal sales trafficking young black males in they're cells there's no bail , look what America created conversation with Russia making our lives more complicated investigated with the central intelligent agency stealing money breaking they're own policies the secret agencies , look what they did to us its the curse on black murder murder niggas what your back
V3 . the days we read about the black kings who fought to live no freedom but poverty the government give , its clear that death its flowing through the atmosphere close your eyes the final breath you can here stabbed wounds from the chest watch her die in the streets she can finally rest , close your eyes awakening the violence is no surprise when will we learn to be safe another baby gone to the cloud due to rape ,
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoesíaPoetry, 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...
