Walking miles trying to get home lost from beatens somebody pick up the phone scars and whoopings look at my broken bones looking back in history look how many was stone look at the board we enter this generation came across the final dayz zone. My back I'm scarred trying to go far pushing to get to heaven searching for a star on the radar I got so far to go when I change this lifestyle do I scream out bingo. its in me to touch the air life ain't fair but am I the only one care.
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoésiePoetry, 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...
