Are We Living
Are we living
No we're dying
Drug popping and pistol buying
What kind of seeds are being sown
When taking lives become our own
Who's raising our kids
The street of death
And the lifetime bids
Father's absence from the home
Mother's don't care they are street gone
Out searching for Mr. Wrong
Wondering what he has going on
No more talking, no peace, nothing left
A sentence of street death
Falling tears ...still weeping
Sleep and still sleeping
When do we awake
From the violence of self hate
Outraged when we see others take from us
Taking a trip on that murderous bus
Not uniting
But constantly fighting
Hate consumed
Crimes unjustifiable
Less hate
More love
More peace
Minds at ease
Ignorance ceased
Wise up
RISE UP
Copyright © Sheltial Green | Year Posted 2018
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