The lone red eyes of a mother looks about over the city,
Breathless her eyes are now red from all her cries hit by a certain pity,
Her hand pressed to the window as her thoughts run back to her only son,
What he did can not be un-done, what she is feeling now is not all to fun,
She wondered how someone who was nothing more than a stranger,
Could and would carry something that took away her favorite teenager,
Her son was only caught in the crossfire, taken out by a gunner for hire,
The day before someone said the block was safe but they are a liar,
But now she sits back sad by all her fears, all her immortalized tears,
Nothing is what it appears, she will return to normal but it will take many years,

The streets are not what they used to be, no longer safe for cats like me,
The walkers in life are the ones we no longer see, taking out on the streets killing spree

What happened on that one dark day, what actually caused so many bullets to spray?
The life of everyone involved is now a dark gray, taking out of it all just for using the crossway,
Standing on the side forced to watch it all, something that saddens me just to recall,
Never seen so many shells fall, everyone ducking from the area none standing tall,
Got mixed up with the fake things in life, listening to cats spit like its cool to use a knife,
To solve the worlds troubles when they are so many better ways to solve strife,
You now see cats standing their hands together and they heads to the sky,
The simple question of why, why did their families all have to die?
But now a simple walk in hood where troubles once not seen,
Knowing everything but the streets now seen as a murder scene
Stepping over the chalk lines wondering how people can live in a place not so clean

The streets are not what they used to be, no longer safe for cats like me,
The walkers in life are the ones we no longer see, taking out on the streets killing spree



First piece in a long time, so I may be rusted.