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It’s not easy being a black man Trapped in the streets hoping to make it through the Rain man All life trends leading to hard times Watching mama praying for better days saving dimes I ask myself, what’s the world really turning to? Little children falling pregnant for an older dude, Illiteracy rising high in my neighbor hood No hope for a better future, they dropping out of school, Selling chalk for a living, they now thugs too Then one wonders why cemeteries aint filled with Jews, I say they Jesus people filled with only good views

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 4/23/2013 6:28:00 AM
Hi Andy, I can feel you, the pains of lacking the powers to do something in order to save mankind. Its really sad trying to voice out inner pains considering having come from these parts. I love your lines. This piece is great, straightforward, powerful and a reality. Keep writing.
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Date: 4/3/2013 11:47:00 AM
Interesting take on the black community...I too find this to be true.
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