around my part of town
bullets flying all aroundyoung black people are dying in my part of town
when I hear bullets
I jump from my seat
Sometimes it bothers me, while I'm trying to sleep
It's the same old cliche
The brothers aren't listening to what you have to say
The devil whispers he killed your homey
Why don't you take him out (kill) for me
There he is standing right there
After you shoot him, don't give a care
That's the attitude most seem to have
They run around the corner and have a laugh
And say killing him was like taking out the trash
They leave a mother crying
Because her son is dying
That's how it is and I'm not lying
They should be sick and tired
Of doing what the devil desires
Because he just wants their souls in ETERNAL FIRE
written by Marvin C aka Mrpoetry
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