so much pain inside me
cause I lost so many homies
in civil war which happened
in a decade
growing up there
was misery
inside my mind couldn't find
a place to rest
cause so many homies in the cemetary
I shed so many tears
tell me can you feel me
I am not living in the past
I want last
I be the first to blast
I remember cousins
got murdered on the streets
so many homies in the cemetary
I shed so many tears
I try to forget memories
in the past
I don't fear no man but god
though I walked through the valley of the death
life aint no crystal stairs
when people favor terrorism
than peace
tribism is the new thing
in town
there is ignorance
followed by arrogance
but question asked
is when the chaos gonna end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His Homeynence can feel the pain you feel for your homeys. May they enjoy everlasting life in the cradle of God's grace. peck