Reading the NY Times seeing juveniles get caught up in the crimes walking the lines police beaming there nines and other armor with different signs , we went from playing ball hearing calls police sirens niggaz fall we was small growing up to fast we tall we fail with our backs against the wall , loaded with no love falling white doves out the sky how long do it take us to fly we high just trying to get by .. no reply who is it to rely on we trying to get home but everybody's gone left broken trying to be strong looking for love but everything wrong.
So many breathing dying from bleeding though we need god that's who we believe in trap in hell on earth the life of sin the message been here from the beginning to end , teens losing there life outside paranoid in my dreams of homicide my thoughts have me broken inside looking for a generation to put there pride aside , many lives gone so young a calling from home the angels picking up the phone calling the teens and the babies home , to the kingdom in the most high people cry when the young nigga die in search of a better place look at him fight to live he'll try .. No we not saying good bye a see you later no more cries .. Touch You
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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...
