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A old lady sits on her porch, stairing from her rocking chair
This has been here resting spot for the last tweenty or thirty years
Watching her world dramaticlly change
From loving familys and neighbors
To drug dealers, hoodlums, and colored rag carring gangs
First and last names are replaced by gang names
She cries on the many day that she was inflicted pain
She watched her children gunned down one by one
One took his own life with his own gun
Her husband was distroyed by war
His last days were spent in front of the liquor 
Killed by scorosis of the liver
He died drunk without driving
Her youngest daughter still surviving
Only because shes slowly dying
Never knew she had HIV because it was hiding
Now it's AIDS so now she fighting
The old lady misses how the world use to belive in a higher power
She never gave in to the influence
Given by Satains many demons
Who made a bed for her whole family on the cement
This is way younger people don't respact here achiement
Crowding her yard after night falls
Police won't even answer her call
Too busy protecting suburban malls 
Only answering cover story calls
To be projected as heros when really their zeros
After all that has broken her down she still has faith
If you asked her she will say that GOD giveth and GOD taketh away

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