Outside

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Deadbeat father, making Mom eat ranch sandwiches

Living in the open, bleeding wounds that aren't healed by bandages

Green paper isn't changing this

My mom selling my sister so my brother lives

Got some disease that sounds weird and ends with -is

I'm no doctor but Mom's love wasn't healing it

This world taking from us, yet this world never gives

If I wanted them to live I had to fight for it, dry my eyes for it

Never crack up only sell it, like God's hell it is, rather be there than this

Never read his book but it never felt like I shoulld

What are words on a paper useful for in a blood bound hood

People dying like flies, that word "Die", remember it more than I remember seeing my mom smile

No sirens, the violence, never ended it well, what I saw too bloody for my words to tell

I said once and I'll say it twice this world's worse than hell, and it isn't hard to tell

Heard blood on the cracked concrete falling like rain on a street

Kept my mouth shut didn't even let my heart beat

Brothers shooting each other fighting for money they stole from their mothers

They'd never bother, I don't know if they wanted it to end

But from what I saw, the kids claw for survival, you either die good

or you have to represent your hood, have more bullets fly

than tears running down your eyes, never learned to read

that stuff was obsolete, didn't even know what obsolete was

Till I heard some guys rapping by my street, saw that word written on a bus

Younger brother dead but it wasn't no disease,

He was sitting down laughing in front of the TV screen, the glass shattered

And all I hear is my mother's scream, a car's wheels burning on the dark concrete

Looked at my sister but it wasn't her that bleed, my brothers head had a hole in it

And his eye turned bloody red or it could've been Mom, don':t remember anymore and

never wanted to either, but every night since then I never dreamed, but now I remember

His eyes were as dark as kerosene but it was covered by his blood stream flowing

Since that day my mother never stopped crying she just kept going

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