PSA

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Ion know how much time I got
So let me write quickly
Get theses feelings off my chest before they come and get me
I need closure
I can't keep running forever
It gets all of us but I don't know who to expect it from
I smell it around me in my neighborhood and it gets everyone
It's dangerous out there and I hope we can escape the touch
I'm tired of hearin bout tragedies
And killers making mini me's
Kids would know about a first degree
Before they learn to count to three
Or witness one
Before they get their first degree
And all they do is glorify it it's sickening
Mothers cry cause a stray bullet hit their child and he just wanted to swing
I guess someone gotta die to get your point across
I used to be afraid of the ones with the hat that point and would burn a cross
But people my color would get a body just to prove they ain't soft
Always something to prove
Or someone with nothing to lose
Disrespect go to the truck then he up the tool
Adrenaline rush and he pissed
He shot 5 times but he missed
Heard the gun shots now he woke
Gets in his car and he goes
Thinking about what he did
His target dipped instead he hit the woman with a kid
In front of 12 witnesses
He pulls his car to the side
Sits there then he starts to cry he had murder on his mind
It's different when it's in real life
People are losing lives
It's dangerous to go outside
You don't know if your child needs a helmet or a vest to go outside and ride a bike
So much darkness in my city kinda hard to see a light
Until that final flash and the light shines bright
And my heartbeat dies
Can't can't go outside and play with chalk without it being an outline
I'm just trying to survive in a city where too many angles are made

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