Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.148.239.85
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Men glassed, broke, gunned down, dying 
Why do they feel the need for all this fighting,
Over pigment precious postcodes and petty people lying, 
Now there up in the sky flying.

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies. 

One stupid situation now causes a life to be taken,
Everyone seems to be be carrying a knife, gun or weapon, 
Which is fine until disrespect is thrown around for fun, 
Your disrespect has you staring down the barrel of a gun,
And then bang you’ve just disrespected the wrong one,

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies. 

A war on the streets has begun,
It’s to late for mothers to try and save there sons,
Ones banged up 25 to life 
Another’s young soul is soaring through the skies.

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies. 

As you rise ranks you slaughter your brothers homies the lot 
This is what you really want to be on top,
Putting people 6 feet under Before they can steal your slot,
It’s easy right all it took was just one solitary shot.

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies. 

You fiercely fight for this so called rep,
And wont tolerate discriminative disrespect,
Yet the you the streets preach racism and hate
Ruling with violence so you can dominate. 

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies. 

They don't understand you have to protect your people,
Save the ones you love from such poverty and evil,
While keeping the food on the table,
The streets holla to make an easy dollar,
But at what price is a human life,
Think before you pull out that knife. 

Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required