Poems from mchally
He was 18 livin' the American dream
Two sons, one daughter, but no family
One enlisted in the army as a way to stay clean
Another fisted...
he rolled up, asked me what you doin' son
the third wednesday yeea it was a brisk one
the leaves scattered everywhere
an all he did was...
put me on a pedestal and let my world judge me
cause where I live is race-less society
you say i'm trippin' but you fallin' for the...