gang life is crazy! getting shot at and losing your family. red, blue, and all those colors are what people stay true to. red is the color of our blood, when it comes out but some people say we should put this red to bed. blue is what some stay true to. we try to put this crazy life to an end and stop the violence, but so many are getting sucked in! we join for protection, so we don't get hurt. it's like our 2nd family so no one gets hurt.
-baby cc
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad but very true, with some good point.