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In my hood bullets are flying innocent children are dying.
Mothers and fathers left crying.
Where did we go wrong, I find myself singing  this said song, over and over in my 
head, As I lay in bed. We teach are children to love one another, and right from 
wrong. But we still have all this madness going on.
Some say its because were in our last days.
But I say that's all the more reason why  we should give God his PRAISE .That 
when he returns on that great and glorious day 
You won't be left behind on this dangerous earth yes here to stay.
He said it himself Thou Shalt Not Kill.
But some think of nothing but themselves and do it at will.
You should not take what you have no power to give back
Just another example of letting Satan on your track.
Brush that hater off and bounce back.
Stop the killing and dealing in not only my hood all over the world we should.
Mothers shouldn't have to worry about there children playing in front yards
wondering if bullets will fly and where they will land cause they have not eyes.
It A sad, sad thought ,and thing to see just let me tell you why.
He was only 10, you see in a place all kids should be ,in the park swinging with 
me. Innocent shot five times from bullets that fly. I'm one of those mothers who
still cry. Often wondering Why. Why not me instead of him.? My outlook was very 
grim. But I've make it through ,and so did he for he is free. No more ducking or 
dodging bullets you see. When My FATHER returns he's going to be with him 
coming back for me..

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