tiny baby in a crib
tiny tears of the pain
im hungry
im alone
im scared
tiny backpack in hand
tiny scars of last night
why does mommy cry
why does daddy hurt me
why does sister scream at night
tiny gun in pocket
tiny drugs to sell
fight for my life
fight for my respect
fight for my gang
tiny baby in crib
the cycle starts again
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Wonderful! A very well penned and poignant write that shows your talent and great feelings! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep up! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City