I gotta cry sometimes I'm not going to lie. Don't you see the tears falling from my eyes these are the tears of the blood of my brothers and many others. I gotta cry for their kids and their mothers. There have been so many dreams lost in this dope game people selling their soul for a little bit of cocaine. Now tell me is this how the world suppose to be. Is this a dream, a nightmare, or else is it reality. And it's a damn shame that people is to blind to change for the better than the worst and some days i think that my life is cursed. But the only thing I can do is move on. Keep my faith in the Lord and roll on hoping and praying that there is a heaven for a thug and if not at least I died trying to so love and Lord knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Craig, this poem hits home with me in many ways....thank you, sherri.