Listen to my words screaming unconditional love for those in need we bleed through the same veins remains on the side of a street somebody feet kick pass a bag where a little girl was killed in her sleep the pain runs deep do the killa creep to the other side trying to hide it hurts my heart scars leaving her with unrecognize parts where do we start to change teaching trying to get through the youth brain so much pain to maintain in one mind state a mothers waiting for her child to return to her dinner plate close my eyes walking through the valley of these golden gate but stuck in a world where words can't describe but my middle finger screaming fuck the world
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoesíaPoetry, 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...
