It was a lovely southern California afternoon.
A drive-by ended his life too soon.
But that's the way it is sometimes in the hood.
Things ain't always the way they should.
He knew that to think such a thing was a sin.
But he wished that the bullet would have missed him.
And instead hit his best friend Ben.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem about a drive with a friend which ended up his life.