layen in the street, hopen i can breath
prayen to god'please dont make me leave'
iam to young to die
why did those gangsts have to do a drive by
i was just shooten hoops
next thing i know god comes and swoops
looken down on earth hopen you dont hurt
but kowing you do but understand id rather it be me then you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is filled with so much emotion well done. Becca