Will I lead the youth born in the streets mistreat from parents with no shoes on there feet. dead bodies cover in sheets on the block can you hear the chambers unlock from glocks busting in non stop. Look at the abandon spots where gunshotz bust rapidly in the apartment spot. its hot in hell do we come out of our shell will time reveal do this community heal let God turn the wheel. it feels unreal when somebody die close to you get to fly touch the sky and you wonder why I try. being black don't wanna go back fill with knowledge ain't nothing I'm trying to lack Never mislead lead you in this life I lead
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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...
