Open fire the world feeling your desire we rising but the world dying while I'm trying getting in the air I'm flying getting to the heaven passing the number of God beautiful faze of seven. I'm in search of a lung feel my words let go of the guns its not fun I race from the earth to the sun listen to a person that's teaching a lesson a message crossing your eyes a prodigal son born to reach the youth before they die .
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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...
