My words may seem like encouragement when I write//
To others it's a nuisance for their minds ain't right//
I story tell about the past and the problems of all//
Too many youngsters gone to the needle than playing ball//
I rather speak about how many I've lost//
All the funerals I been, this game holds a cost//
Many caskets I helped carry down the line//
Lil homie slanging cocaine till the needle hit the vein//
The hallways are narrow and the alleys so dark//
Cloaked in this thug way theirs a chip on his heart//
Father ain't home and his mom is gone//
A phone call away from his problems being solved//
He's expected to do great but his child is gone// walks with a hunch he got a weight on his plate, he doing wrong//
14 years yet his life is so cold//
Baby momma lost in heroine, she took his soul//
Living life half heartedly, a suicide will make you quake//
In the shoes of a young man his world raises the stakes//
This ain't a game this is us living life//
Too many wrong parenting these kids are losing their life//
About the Creator
Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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