Young Street Thugs Poem by MoNique Jones

Young Street Thugs



The world is theirs
Trying to find their souls
Rather not go home

Hit the streets
Gonna get some heat
What they got was a another case

Now these Young Street Thugs
Life is wasted. Just sittin in a cell

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MoNique Jones

MoNique Jones

Redding California
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