Wasted Life
Drop shots and trick shots, we admire
The gang banging swear slinging
Outcast that got in..
Someone who can shoot bullets faster than words
Who's idea of having a good time stops at
3 blunts
2 girls
And 1 hell of a night
Who needs confrontation when you have the ability to solve any problem
With the contraction of a single finger
POW, FLASH, and SKID-MARKS
Silence floods the avenue
As the man we knew
Falls pale face to concrete, right behind you
Who's gonna go next?
What statistic are you willing to live in?
When you realize your potential?
Where will you go?
So many lives to live
Why this one?
Break the circle of violence and lay a timeline to a better future
Rise out of circumstances and give your self a better angle
Put down the guns and raise your pens
Put down the gang signs and rep peace
Show love to all the unloved
And maybe they'll be hope for you yet.
Copyright © Rayshawn Fisher | Year Posted 2012
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