Locked in cuffs beat downs got us looking rough , trying to be tough out walking all the whoopings , being force to walk a line trying to catch my signs walking around with my nine in my mind how can I focus being blind from the sun behind got me looking hopeless , tracked a face is it my race gunshotz rang trying to trap me in every case , chase out running through the jail release me out the cell for bail I guarantee for prevail
YOU ARE READING
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...
