Dead and Gone
Staring at the world,
Through this door with glass, no bars,
Sharing stories with some of the homeboys,
knowing deep inside their scarred,
but you listen as you try to help,
though you know it's all in vain,
cause a homeboy you just tried to help,
hung himself last night insane.
so you ask yourself, why oh why,
does life have to be so cruel,
to prey on the young and the weak at heart,
but in life there are no rules,
so day by day we pray for strength,
and hope that we carry on,
cause we never know when,
when cruelty might win,
and leave us like my homeboy,
Dead And Gone!
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