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"Howdy" he wrote
From a mere click my life changed
He made me realize that emotional connections are worth it
That he's worth it
The pain and worrying that he might not be safe
It's all worth it
The school I went to had no after school activities
Never had a dad to play with
He died the month before I was born
He was an OG
ever since I was young, I’d had a gift for the tongue
this shit might open the door
but as I grew old, real started to fold
even the freshest fruit start to mold
I don't get much sleep.
I wish that I could leave.
It feels like I can't breathe.
A ghost I want to be.
I wonder if other people feel,
This way that I always will.
All I wish is to bring back you.
We have a problem with communication,
when we need a leader their mouths take vacations, leaving their mouths eerily vacant.
We break silence, with violence.
This mission is impossible;
My family has been taken-
If this is not done,
Who knows what will happen?
Of all the people, I was the lucky gun-
The lucky gun who's aiming at some stranger.
We just lost a brother
He brought joy in our lives
Now tears to our eyes
We just lost a brother
Partying has never been my thing
I've always been the one who was studying
that night I finally went out
all hell broke loose
that was the night I lost you
BANG BANG is all I remember
300 years of slavery,
300 years in chains,
One hundred years of bravery,
This finally led to change.
Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign,
Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
People just don't understand how it feel.
When someone close to you dies.
You sit on the front porch stairs and you cries.
As you crying thinking in your head, that should of been me.
Fear storms through the dark endless skies
Where it seems that land can only exist at night
Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors
Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"
They look at the color of my skin
See ink running down my limbs
And the illusion is set in their minds
Suddenly I have a new face
They spit words out
Calling me gangbanger
Swallow your pride, boy.
Victory isn't real
in this world of yours.
Where the biggest loser
is the winner,
and the winners are the losers.
Think boy, think!
Why are you fighting?
Wait... Stop... Please?
I beg you to reconsider
You're beginning to fade away
Already one foot in your grave
This life will get you
Pit you in the middle between lions and bears
Tall hats live on the east
Short hats live on the west
They both play with figurines
But who plays with them the best?
Tall hats believe in warfare
short hats believe in house
I Made It
High school graduation, 4 years just to see the day
Never been to jail, no kids, most of my peers can’t relate
As a young black male they say we won’t succeed
Ya see black brothas
always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas
Why don’t you wrap brotha
Bussin out babies like morning sickness
This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
