I awaken in the air screaming out my dreams from nightmares I swear this life is not fair to be safe I bare my armor watch my enemiez recruit with a knife in my face he scare watch him pace I scream out gone catch that murder case I won't run I'll stand here in your face catch me I'm in open space I won't flee get too this place you wanna race I thank God for grace so let me embrace in my people in my posse shooting here this right here is the topic let them breath death comes to those that chase bags of weeds.

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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...