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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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