Standing I'm crawling trying not to fall I Gotta call saying my closest friend died I cry my eyes knowing I must rise looking to the sky watching there wings fly. I must try I can't move on being strong got me thinking why they couldn't stay long now that you gone times are going wrong. look at me trying to fix the pieces looking at yo people cry there faces no witnesses to fix the case save me a place in heaven keep you in my grace. if its a race you beat me knowing I'll spread yo word and this world with no love. The Good Die Young
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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...
