Corrupted World

The city i live in the city i represent

Big,windy,beautiful full of life

So many people so many personalities

But why should we be violent?

Mothers,sisters,brothers,aunts,uncles

every hour a bullet is shot,blood shed

Tears drop, funerals planned loved ones laid to rest

Why should we be so violent? 

The beautiful city i live in is dark and corrupted.

Children trying to get an education

Blinded by the violence 

Heart turns cold,careless

The city i live in 

Chi-raq

 

 

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