By: Cedric McClester

A stranger down the block  
Nobody heard of
Dropped two friends of mine
It was ****** ******
And so I ran
To tell their sleeping mothers
Somebody shot their sons
That I called brothers
One mother hollered
Oh God no, why, oh why, oh why
The answer to her question
Will not be forthcoming
But there's gonna be some tears
And lots of muffled drumming
Seems we keep on dying
I wonder if you're hearing
One by one
My friends are slowly disappearing
And all of this killing doesn't make no sense
Far too many brother are now in the past tense

(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.