So "innocent". Gang Bangers. Dope Slangers.
BANG BANG goes them thangers.
Shots ring out, but whats it all about?
He said, she said. *** with those ment to be wed.
But is there really a purpose
To continue to diminish our human faces.
And forced to run these racist races.
Races we're run'n
From the kid on the block with a gun 'n
His mind lost in chaos, as he realizes
He's merely a boy caught up in a grown man's play house.
Or what about the little girl
Who the only way of gettin'n money she knows is her pearl.
So she lets her prized possession become John Doe's 30 minute obsession.
For a little bit of cheddar, so she can feel just that much better.
Out with her fast *** friends club'n
Yet little does she know there's a bun in the oven.
Four months in she faces the truth.
She's got a baby with no daddy & *** positive to boot.
With a fist full of tears,
Trying to silence her fears.
She turns unspoken life into a malicious casualty.
Homicide. Suicide. Catastrophe.
Its these kids. Our youth. Generation X
There caught up in these things that school never taught us.
Yet are instilled with these thoughts, that's they're merely a must.
When will we realize that homies in the dirt and RIP shirts,
Are consuming out generation.
Because we're acting without thoughts, and no hesitation.
How long will we let them use our lives as a demonstration?
This piece was written with the intention of spoken word. I understand that somethings sound better than they read.