Last night i lay awake to hear you screaming, to listen to the torment of your minds eye,
Tears that you tried to stifle with your pillow, gave me a vague idea of how you felt inside.
I heard you praying to the Lord to save you from this ghetto life,
Even HELL sounds rosy compared to this;
Crime is everywhere,watching your back the only escape you have a chance of is getting pissed.
But even then you sober up in the morning.

I guess i should have noticed months ago, the cuts on your arms are getting deeper every day,
Holding on takes more than bombing out, why are we afraid of what other people say?
Threats only get peoples backs up, violence is not the answer, but thats what my generation choose to believe.
Leaving our brothers bleeding, dumb in the gutters, beating our woman, what will this behavior achieve?

Babies being brought up on a battlefield, war is always in the news,
Race and creed matter more than love, no wonder prisons are full, there a refuge,
For the scum of the earth, us humans, destroying everything beautiful we lay our hands on,
This world must have been perfect once, in days long past, and will be when were gone.

I still hear the sound of you weeping, in the room next to mine down the hall,
And many may take their own lives for this shit..but i will only come when death calls.



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