He was a block bleeder, til he started smoking rocks Nine yrs. old thinking she wants me, she wants me not One was his moms and the other his pops How could this child love these people he couldn’t be near To them he was invisible livin his childhood lost in fear But God gave…
Are you Christian? Does it matter, these children are hungry help me feed them. Are you Muslim? I said, it doesn’t matter, these children are malnourished, they are starving, help me feed them correctly. Are you a democrat? Does it really matter? These children are lost help me lead them. Are you a republican? It…
It is strange that as a culture we no longer find it disdainful for this ghetto mentality to be representative of us. While surviving oppression we adapted to the circumstances forced onto us. In this adaptation we became too familiar with the streets, too familiar with drugs and crime. Our perspectives grew distorted and perverse,…