Memories

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//