Stuck in this dirty world the harder I work financially watch my school peers get high off of perks , so many gunshots got me walking ghost so many people is dying on each coast , who can you trust when everybody do you dirt writing , reading , only got me focus on my work , stand in line read my late post it only gets real forever most , I can see them smiling open fire on us young black juveniles we dying see the eyes of these babies crying , lost burying another black male black fathers go ghost when a single mother getting hurt the most , all alone in a world a broken child that no longer smiles put on your shoes to walk my miles
In the wrong world.Out in the world alone destiny a nigga like me my friends gone nobody there to pick up the phone when I'm bleeding my bloody bones from gun smoking bullets blown , no fear but bitches and niggaz scare to come near money brings friends watch them appear broke and hungry watch how many hoes disappear , to real people can't deal inside a broken heart I'm going numb I can't feel stuck inside a world with so many fucked motherfuckaz and ideal watch them bitches squeal ... fuck y'all
Running from the guns outside at the cookout the lost of fun they administrate guns though they was young a lot of people lost they lives with no reason its either him or him the life of prison , a season where niggas lock in jail the life of hell getting handcuffed with no parole or bail the young black males though he led in a high speed chase leaving the cops in a trail watch there face , so we here niggas open fire look in a black males face the fear guns left smoking bullets leaving lives broken the prophecy has been spoken if I die young

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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...