puffy eyes
smoke out
the homies getting burnt out
if they're not dying in the streets
they're dying in the spots
selling their precious lives
and the little riches that they got
what's the point in selling to a smoker
when they smoking the crack
their own homies
from their own hood
blasting them
when they're suppose to have their backs
these brothas will shoot you granny
and kidnap your baby girl
i've witnessed it
with my eyes in tears
that moment when it first occurred
you could see every ones fears
it's a war in the ghetto
it's today's world
little girls are running around
giving up their kitty
real easy
birthing their own reputations
of being a hoody
females having so many babies
and not knowing who the daddies
just to get on the county
taking sex for granted
if there was no such assistance
would they still have had them
not being able to afford them
now that child might get caught up in the system
the same system that there mother relies on or relied on
to take care of them
now caught up in foster-care
having suicidal thought
fuleed by thoughts that no one cares
but then again
if they can just get over the rainbow
they could be some one
some one that can change the fate of another
there's tramplings when you're all alone
when your trying to prosper on your own
it's one hell of a road
if they're not dying in the streets
they're dying in the spots
selling their precious lives
and the little riches that they got

Leeona (XOXO's) Sugakixs

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