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i’m writing this verse for the people that need a reason to try.
teaching their seeds, they’re not feeding nor eating: season is dry.
breathing is hard, but it’s so easy to die. another sick son?
kill the pain and bury him alive. it’s a barbarian life.
hopeless fathers become thieves, and killing for money carrying knives.
he was drunk when he hit her, liquor is scaring his wife.
drunk when he hit her, now he just buries his wife.
CNN doesn’t reach this ghetto, BBC doesn’t see this ghetto.
who could relieve this ghetto??
teach this fellow?? reach this fellow??
Prevent suicide before he reaches for his stiletto?
I write for the boy who’s stuck in the world of anger and pain.
Saw his father shot in the back, the blood in the rain.
Mother is crying, both of his brothers is slain.
Asking, “Why are we fighting?!“, hatred inside of his vein.
Killing every individual trying to step in his way:
Encounters a tank, looks away, points and he sprays.
Stray, digs in his brain. Pain. Pictures the daddy laying in rain.
Swaying, as he falls to the ground he’s saying:
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we are living in war zone today, ladies and gentlemen.
babies and relatives, age is irrelevant.
cuz guns kill, and guts spill. but we don’t dismantle nothing,
cuz when we don’t see it: it’s cool, so we push the channel button.
click.
jessica simpson said what?! yo what a dummy.
go to mtv, i wanna see celebrities throw away money.
it’s kinda funny cuz refugees that are running,
from gunning soldiers who’s orders are to shoot and not to miss kids.
i guess they’re busy, with living and dealing with killing
and hiding in buildings but it just sucks: they will miss cribs.
i feel you get my gist, some people might get pissed,
they come to listen but instead get sent on guilty trips.
i’m not the villain kids.
i’m just revealing kids getting shot in the back
of the head because of where they live.
these are my brothers man, these are your sisters girls,
pray that they die in their sleep, so they could kiss this world -
goodbye, fly to a place. to a face, an embrace…
for the fist time breathe, cuz they’re not being chased.
this is the real life, it’s not the media. blood is being spilled even when you turn your tv off.
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Even though you guys won’t read this, but…
I’ve come to a point where I know who my real friends are in this world. Homies/Brothers/Sisters/Family. You know who you are.
Every single one of you have touched my heart with the amount of support,
unconditional love, and caring-ness (is that even a word?!) you have given me.
I’ve lived life for 20 years now and I have not met anyone as close as you guys before.
anywhoo. going back to cali tomorrow! sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
