Staring out the window as far as my eyes can see.
Drug Dealers, crackheads, pregnant girls all a epitome of what could have been me.
I know these people all to well
Because underneath this soft shell
Lives a kids who has seen it all
Sat and watched my friends and family fall
Victim to these streets we walk
Murdered by statistic talk
They believed what was told to them..."never make it out this hood"
Now I sit and look at them their all up to no good
....I Sit here and breath. What I see is hard to believe. Yesterdays doctors and lawyers are all out there. But they forgot there dreams and got stuck somewhere between dreams and reality. Now there just a product of their enviornment.Or more so they use the products of their enviornment.
The sun has set now. But there still out there. There next high is more important then rest or the fact that cold chill of night time has come with a shadow. I wonder if they acknowledge this shadow. Or if they know the difference between the shadow of cold and the shadow of death. Or if they even care.
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