I'm in a land of unknown bullet holes through the wall I fall on my knees screaming this life we living is not for me . I stand running from the door to door we was once poor looking for dollars plus we want more looking at the war outside walking to the store ignore the signs gang members pass by taking scatter lives it's like a ecosystem the government watch us die. I beat up myself cause I try do they cry before they pull the trigga we young niggaz falling to they gunz bigger being black they attack shack us in abandon houses the life we live as blacks. never lack potential being real this is what it get you
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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...