Be Something Younger
you wanna be an idiot out on the street
yes, lets smoke till we see illusions and die like that one guy
the one who did suicide off the side of the street
getting off getting really hie
what if he was your friend and all you could offer was cold tears running even when you
couldn't understand his fears
and that guy knew a girl who got raped
heard it on the news and saw it videotaped
that girl got beat and beat
the girl was the guys mom
it was his own gang of 6 for 6
he could run nowhere, nothing he could fix
a bloodline family all died in one day
tears running as i write the poem today
and a mistake can last a lifetime
somebody i knew was so sweet lovable and kind
but somewhere along time things change
and shes walking on a thin line
against her right the child will die
bloodtears
cry baby cry
she cries her deathfears
and sat crying thinking she was dying knowing she was killing her son
please ask yourself before you rush in
is unprotected sex and drugs worth dying, worth killing a daughter, a son
Copyright © Jeremy Fredde | Year Posted 2010
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