Push out the sky walking in the court room the jury testify , look at the lost arrested teens lose there life all before the age of fifthteen , and they ask me do I hate all cops my reply to all crazy situations I can only be friend them and try , killing us one by one a daily routine another brother shot on the corner check the murder scene , these cops don't get no jail time we busting shots and they wonder why , my future life to have a clean record that don't mean they reward me with such a dream record believe me my destiny
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoésiePoetry, 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...
