Its a Trouble World
in every place
every races
it a bad taste
to see what they
faces
so much going on
noone knows
who is right or wrong
everyone won't to belong
its young and old
making the gold
for the little boys a grils
its a
TROUBLE WORLD
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2011
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