our children--read
 

pressures into the lives of heathons our children take it
think it will proove them if they hold heaters
or knives like lifes about killin and spillin at least a puddle of blood or chillin with gangstas an awful souls that pulls these youth
so far into the hole of depression and hate stressin jus becomes another reason to live an another reason to kill a innocent smoke crack tote gats an feel manhood but thats wrong killin wont get you nowhere and noplace fast until the last days or as fast as drugs pays them off they find solace and anger fuels there days and twisted ways unfocused on the important thing in life like rights an too idealistic and hoping someone will find them but that thought is useless to the mind and the times any type of pipe smoked and any type of green or rock supposedly gets them lifted and sifted trough tough times and rough streets they say they know more than the next man but they selects to much an respect too little to survive and relyin on others is like relyin on troubles--cant get enough or get the message infected are their methods an how skeptical they becom on these drugs an these rap super thugs their blinded narrow minded by death---how do i know-im one of em--------------------

much love to response

That was nice........that shit made sense cause it was talking about real shit. I like it..................

a nice drop there again mijo....and yea i think tha children these days be tryin to take things in their own hands causin more trouble to themselves..and make many excuses bout how thats tha only way to survive in this world, when they know they can easily step up to life and live in better ways...but anyways yea i liked ya poem mijo..keep droppin em..unoluv