Bullet

The feelings that I hold inside, I try to hide, hide in the shadows I dwell in, here I go again, thru the streets I once called home that stabbed me in the back from all the promises turned lies, u may think these streets offer u shelter in a cruel world, but in the end everyone dies, for we bleed thru similar vain’s, but yet there is so much racism, and yet if u turn off the lights we are all the same color, with all these hate somehow u still manage the words sister and brother, one bullet flies it’s a warning, two bullets fly another seed is dead, time for morning, cuz another child done died, another thug, drug dealer, or innocent seed, these streets are the devils play ground, they will use, and abuse, twist the truth, and confuse the youth, the lies never cease, from this cell I wish to be released, from this cell blocked hell, were there Is no bail, only shadows to dwell in, and a mind full of sin, its what happens when u fall victim to his trap, he wins the game, and for u it will never be the same, these streets killed so many brothers and sisters I loved, they died from a bullet, an over dose, But most, To a society that gave up on them, called them thugs and condemned them, saying we are the fall of this world, but we only left off were u started, u gave us guns and drugs, we gave u bodies and thugs, u left us with no hope of a better day, made us think there wasn’t another way, u look and stare, u think we are nothing but thugs but we only play the cards we were dealt, so we shall never be felt, And so I ask do u care, do u care about a kid that was raised wrong and turned to the only thing he knew, would u help him if u believe these words to be true, would u see a thug for what he really is, a lost soul, would u make him ure goal, or like the rest would u turn and let them die on ure back, just like those who will not preach to the youth becuz they lack, lack the tru belief in God and his power, God loves all, but we don’t and that’s were we fall