Something about life,
Moms raising kids on their own,
But didn't lay there to make them alone,
Fathers leavin and going on their way,
Knowing their children miss out on a father figure each day,
Big brothers dying,
Shoot and killed in an unending war,
Little sisters are just babies,
Having their own,
No one to guide them,
Or teach them right from wrong,
Young men living by the gun,
But get caught by their own bullets when they try to run,
Women selling themselves,
Trying to live better,
Hide what they're doing,
So they wont get thought of as lesser,
Men creating relationships in relationships,
Not being a man,
Just bringing pleasure to what's in their pants,
Life is too short,
Too valuable,
And no matter how you try to live it,
If you screw it up,
It can be a living hell.
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