WITNESSING TO YOUNG BROTHERS ON THE STREETS DYING EVERY DAY SEEING TEARS FALLING DOWN THE MOTHERS FACES AT THE FUNERAL AS THERE CHILD HAD TO GO UNHERD OF BUT SEEN WATCHING THERE ONLY SON ON THE MOVIE SCREEN ONLY THING THE FAMILY HAS TO GO BACK IS ON MEMORIES AS THEY BURY THERE CHILDREN AT THE CEMETERIES DIFF COLOR OF A RAG DIFF COLOR CHILD IN DA BODY BAG YO MOMMAZ SCREAMING YO MOMMAS YELLING BUT ITS NOT HELPING YO MOMMAZ HUGGING ON TO THE CROSS THINKING OF HER BABY SON SHE JUST LOST..DIFF COLOR OF A RAG DIFF COLOR BROTHER IN A BODY BAG...PRAYING TO GOD TO FIND THE LIGHT AS THEY READ IN THE PAPER IN THE BLACK AND WHITE ANOTHER CHILD DIES IN A GANG FIGHT A COLD BLOODED HEART WHERE DID IT ALL START SOME OF THE FAMILY WASNT THERE AND SOME OF THE FAMILY DID CARE NOW U REALIZE SHREADED TEARZ THROUGH THE YEARZ HARD TO BE SINCERE WHEN U DONT HAVE NO FEAR RAISED FROM DA GHETTO TO THE GET GO JUDGE PRE JUDGE IT WAS ALL THE SAME THE SOCIETY PUT THE YOUNG FOLKS THROUGH THE BLAME BUT ITS ALL THE SAME BLAME A BROTHER BUT YET I STILL SEE YOUNG DEAD BROTHERS
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
I HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE