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we're living in an era of ignorance we lost our innocense at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences these politcians are hypocrits for the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment durring this pro American sentiment how could we forget the scores of poor ignored while we finance a war that bombs then rebuilds them feed their children while the ones back home have to fend for their own life is wonderul and miserable depends on the time frame the birth of Almasi(my son) the death of Dwayne(my cousin) I went bezerk it hurt clutching his blood soaked shirt while he lay on the Earth leaking blood on the dirt I cried to the sky please guide me father at times this world is so dark I need night vision goggles i lost friends to ignorance bullets and jail stints drug habbits and various patterns of bull ish I've navigating through dangerous streets trying to claim us beast trying to tame us friends turned to strangers I have ducked heat from flammers by mennacing strangers thinking I will survive like gloria gaylor its a small world but I got big plans but it gets hard like trying to jog through quicksand but I found GOD on both knees with cluthced hands but kept getting invitations from the Devil to dance so i went below the surface became more observant hand shakes are fake they dont mean a thing a smile can be a predator preparing his fangs I severed ties with friends who's minds were stagnated had king pin dreams but never quite made it friendships were torn and habbits were formed and the ones who escaped crack heroin snatched and I engaged in acts that were so unGodly only he can judge me punish me or pardon me watching this world makes me shed eye water our sons get slaughtered and denegrated ours daughters its the sign of the times cant you see that people first it rained airplanes then the mail was lethal ghetto youths indisputes they spray A.K s suburban kids throw pipebombs in school hallways after so many years of feeding violence to youths I guess those chickens came home to roost

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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