The Streets
Troubled minds
With no direction
Adolescence
Without a meaning
Gunfights in the streets
Leaves a young person
With no hope
Teens in broken homes
Nobody cares
Needles and pills
Leaving scars for eternity
Roses on the graves
Of the fallen through the years
Still they continue to
Break all the rules
Thinking life is just a test
Born in the streets
With a bulletproof vest
Copyright © Shawn Randall | Year Posted 2010
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