Living life rough , being strong taught me how to be alone . living hopeless we struggle from shack houses to bubbles through holes living poor sleeping together on the front room floor from the evil world black jesuz helped us from jail cells where we was living in hell paying respect to those that die look at the sky broken bones later rested in a tombstone from the wounds of a empty home shatter our reason to live black males God is only meal to live . black Jesus help us pray for brotherz domestic violence taking our mothers guide us through the righteous land I know inside You're the man. Black Jesus
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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...
