So Hard To Say Good-Bye
When can’t I look at the news and see bad things
Shot down dreams ,with people trying to make a hustle
What’s all the fuss yo
Like last night dude was on his bike
5 in his chest 2 landed at the right three rested in his left
Just because he wouldn’t stand up for his hood
Up to no good
“Black male died at the age of 17”
never fulfilling his dreams
He could have been a daddy
Now he’s laying in the back of a black hurse caddy
His momma’s crying saying
I watched my baby dying laying there
I couldn’t do anything about him
My only child
I don’t know if I could live without him
I always told him to stay out of trouble
You know guns, drugs money the daily hustle
I didn’t know that he wouldn’t listen
Just like his father and now he’s with him
Stepping off the pool pit face filled with tears
She gave her baby a kiss
A strange feeling she felt that murderers were in the mist
Looking around the room
The audience was confused
But they knew what she was doing and were slightly amused
Carefully sitting down trying not to drown in her own tears
Just 17 years
Every tear was like a memory
Oh how she misses him
Who’s going to call her momma
Saying again and again
He could have lived without all this drama
Knowing her son was never coming back
“WHY”
It’s so hard to say Good-bye
Copyright © Carlene Barnes | Year Posted 2007
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