I call it every thing but a community because this is a place where bullets fly more than birds.
Innocent kids fall like they've been fighting wars in Iraq.
And Blue Jeans past ya knees accented with White T's & little bags of weed in ya back pocket is ya uniform.
This isn't a community because more people die here than they do live.
This city is starting to resemble a cemetery, every street corner lays a tomb stone.
Rest In peace to the kids who only dreamt of getting home without being made see through with bullet holes.
Even with all the bullets in the world no one will ever see through us to our dreams because I got a skin color that acts as a barrier.
Ready or not here it comes. Piercing heart beats with no apologies.
Is it possible to tell the difference between the mother of the mother of the murder & the mother of the murdered?
Because both have to make the hard decision of whether or no they should take their child's picture down during the holidays
Because Christmas was always their favorite time of year. I just guess they forgot to find the Christ in it all.
Can you ever remember a time where you watched the 9 o'Clock news & not heard of gun shot victim.
No. No shots fired where I'm from is a luxury. You see I live in the Ghetto so I guess the niggas figured it ain't shit to live for.
Started from the bottom & we still fucking here.
I come the bottom where Amber alerts are not that alarming any more.
Milk carton faces are never solved cases, but tomb stones on another corner.
You call this a community, i call this a cemetery, war zone & a work space.
Is there any worse place?
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