ever poem I write comes from something iv been through this ones a little close to me
A man gets shot on a daily to me?That’s just plain crazy.
Drive bys are common seems cops still aint solved em.
Watching the news was a bit confused how 3men got shot
on the same damn block.
Now iv lived in the hood and saw what I could,
the world aint right, it’s a bit out of sight.
You should see some of the kids walking around the play pen
“ you see I got a baby his name is shady”
now I was abused,
I had everything to loose but that was my past somehow
I came out still intact,
10 years later the man calls back,
telling my mama he got her back.
But I got a little brother weve been content with just a mother
dont need the deadbeat father
but he wants to call talking about that child got to tall
mom hands me the phone acting like I still don’t know.
Maybe I was young but I aint that dumb.
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