Standing tall I rise looking to change when I was small learning to be wise love come in size not a surprise never compromise with cops shooting there shots it never stop on the block a bunch of junkies buying crack rocks it never shock me a knock trying to keep my door lock here gunshotz down the block from a glock a exchange for weed every hour on the clock , do they destroy from the brain s tiny grain its hard for them to explain to get different expression from the pain what's to gain niggaz broken vains .
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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...
