Why bleed in the streets caskets full of roses the day we learn as seeds. why lay me down where do we go when we all lay low.. before the biggest show we in the sky being loud making noise wonderful times the days as boys you know... looking at a hour glass we blast time keep rolling fast forgetting about our past remember being the last one in class getting my grades pass a test get to parlay let my words play. watch time play niggaz breaking rules dropping school looking for a trap house drug sell behind bars looking for a way to crack jail and post bail. Being real the life I deal with them katching feelingz
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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...
