Shooter Poem by Asia Robinson

He was a good kid had everything good
life was great although he lived in the hood
crack and weed were the main things
Every one did it every one had it
But the little boy wanted away

It was a new day neww thing every one had specail agilty
But it turned out that he was gonna die
I guess he was on the wrong side of the track
The shooter his brother dint know why it wasnt a choice but it happened
SHOOTER! ! !