Measure my every step my people die screaming for help ... Die make it only see teenage years fear turn into rage blast bullet holes appear do I disappear after death its written coming clear , I can hear them coming near I running fast is it my last they blast walking forgetting my past , lost in the dark knowing ain't no fear in my heart I been real from the start death rates being the increase on the charts , can I get away trying to fight to live another day , parting ways got me only focus to pray , niggaz only focus on making phoney plays looking to get away ..... The Voice
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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...
