I seen my people die they lives was scatter it didn't mean nothing too the oppress we been stressing for years when will we finally get to rest we march and protested it didn't mean nothing to government we still getting arrested even though we pray niggaz lost they faith we still need to find the Lord and keep in shape another day flown by we all need to find salvation and communication scream high we suffering in the business and niggaz lost they mind we all troubling in the world this game is full of lost souls and trouble minds shot back and close caskets nobody gave a fuck about us ghetto bastards we still average the life of savage into the day I die I bless the mic into the great light we die we all fight so I bless the mic.
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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...
