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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When can’t I look at the news and see bad things Shot down dreams ,with people trying to make a hustle What’s all the fuss yo Like last night dude was on his bike 5 in his chest 2 landed at the right three rested in his left Just because he wouldn’t stand up for his hood Up to no good “Black male died at the age of 17” never fulfilling his dreams He could have been a daddy Now he’s laying in the back of a black hurse caddy His momma’s crying saying I watched my baby dying laying there I couldn’t do anything about him My only child I don’t know if I could live without him I always told him to stay out of trouble You know guns, drugs money the daily hustle I didn’t know that he wouldn’t listen Just like his father and now he’s with him Stepping off the pool pit face filled with tears She gave her baby a kiss A strange feeling she felt that murderers were in the mist Looking around the room The audience was confused But they knew what she was doing and were slightly amused Carefully sitting down trying not to drown in her own tears Just 17 years Every tear was like a memory Oh how she misses him Who’s going to call her momma Saying again and again He could have lived without all this drama Knowing her son was never coming back “WHY” It’s so hard to say Good-bye
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