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Street Understanding

This is for the mothers whose sons are victims victims to the street wars having to go see their sons if they want to hold them Knowing you can't call them to express the pain you feel never understanding their reasoning desiring to be soldiers in a war that most are blind to see Trying to provide for their homes within the shadows while money is made blood is spilled Chasing a dollar most feel they are denied due to lack of education being convicted felons feeling their choices are limited and few Witnessing murders more than enough to drive the average mad haunted by images in their dreams but still finding a reason to keep moving Steadily chasing their dreams to get out of proverty and to take their family with them envisioning a day of no more food stamps no more government aid All of this mothers can't see while are afraid of seeing their sons being handcuffed or getting the call to identify him your fears are real Nothing can really take away your pain when these things come true even prayer don't help it seems only like empty words

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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