Locked in jail waiting for bail my people auction off living a black hell in a cell waiting to exhale a new life. praying for equal right the days where we use to fight giving out hugs on sight. might hit a cook out after that ...wait I said I might seeing my boy's get out free on bail we was real tight use to fist fight them wars at night. crazy now you much bigger who figures you'll be the one who pull the trigga get arrested now you reading God scriptures a new nigga. now you living better you ahead I got yo letter nigga I read every word you said.
V2. Living in a city full of stress them lonely nights we no longer rest up in the morning looking for food a baby visualizing of him leaving the nest , no longer breast feed he's looking for food to digest a trouble past the little boy use to get molested in his quest to make it outside looking at the world he's fully blessed no clothes to wear he's broken with nothing to dress , You can see the tears flow from a broken face living from city and different places thanking God for grace he must embrace the world a better place
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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...
