I watched my streets change
Covered in shells and flowers
Hit with hell showers
These blocks we defended like they were ours
Only left us with invisible mental scars
Hear the (blaat) and (skirrs) from the metal cars
Bending corners and sires under the ghetto stars
Bulllet holes in walls
Next day goes up a cross with no Jesus
I guess we were use to using other pieces
Supposed O.Gs only deceived us
So with this I must discuss to teach the youth
The truth about these lames
Don't think you're big playing a grown mans game
It holds shame and
You'll never come out the same
Who so many children
Die for the streets
Lie in the sheets
Tags on their feets
Why so many children
Lie to the streets
Cry in the sheets
Bags go over their feets (Chores)
Why, why so many?
I'm disgusted with what's discussed
Grown man children throwing a fuss
Don't get their ways and they're off to bust
This is the narrative they play on to us
Listen Kid the thug life is a scam
Now scram and get your education on
Or you'll be shut in like a clam
Doomed to your future destination
Coroner comes to collect with the grim
Lays you down for autopsie
this is the price for the life of sin
Gets you dressed up for home
You're laid in casket
Fathers hoping they don't drop it in
Mothers crying and the Devils beside her with a grin
Put down the guns and raise your pen
Write "I will not be a victim?"
Trust me kid you are choosen
God told me in a vision
Why so many children
Die for the streets
Lie in the sheets
Tags go on their feets
Why so many children
Lie to the streets
Cry in the sheets
Bags go over their feets (Chores)
Why, why so many?
I know your pain, heart is heavy
You affiliated and they done took your homie
Your mind full of worry and fist full of rage
You thinking of strappin with that gadge
Listen you want revenge
Then you best dig two graves
Or you could put it out like ash trays
I know your anger, eyes full of water
Nose on sniffle, Emotions a struggle
Almost feels like to much to handle
A walking ticking time bomb
Wishing you could go back for em
Face reality what's done is done
Go on and live your life son
Cause the only place filled with regret is
For the living and buried
Trust me, I lost thirty before me
Some younger, older and the same age
It's a never ending cycle
Stuck on the same page like dyslexia
Let go and live or it'll come back to hunt ya.
©602frost
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