When we'll get to rise looking at a lost child pull the trigger all you see is pain in his eyes. waiting for the prize are we wise when will we realize times is ended gunshotz fire at a young boy for throwing up different signs. do our hearts die from the times before. open up the door a little girl starving looking for food she's poor. its war in the streets young black juveniles killing each other before there times meet. if you can hear my cry you'll understand why I try a ghetto king flopping his wings praying should get us through the day everyday, one day at a time
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoesíaPoetry, 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...
