By Arcassin Burnham




sitting back in my studies,
i guess im home,
old girl,
tried to see me when i wasnt home,
talking slang to others in the parking lot,
they get suspicious when they see the up and coming cops,
federals took my cousins,
dieing in the fear of needing a sense of guilt,
glad there were no guns bursting,
no clarity in the media when he was killed,
born into an unfair life,
like hitting the club full of gays,
or prostitution all over the streets,
or maybe your uncle shooting drugs in an abandoned place,

guess they were right,
when they said the best things in life were free..........