Can you hear my babies cry no mother to dry there eyes sitting in the bed to sun rise early out selling ass to get a piece a cash sipping from her dollar glass a mother drifting in depression with no order. A crack house on a kick stand a baby screaming looking for someone to hold its hand , where do we stand in a land where nobody give a fuck about the kids I hope I speak for a generation with a message that touch all ages , flip a page on a newspaper another missing baby it happens daily can they find they way I pray things changes one day
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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...
