lost ones

He was a sad one a bad one,

Always asked the foster staff about his pops but they said he never had one,

He was young tall and handsome and always threw a tantrum and when he saw nuclear families he’d grimace and imagine,

Abandoned and stranded,

All known relatives disbanded and the pain was like a cancer how it grew and expanded,

Just another statistic and another ghetto tragedy,

So he sold his soul and dedicated his life to destroying families,

Pimping adolescents hed make them submit through battery,

Because back ms johnsons t foster home that was how it had to be,

Just a dead man walking, he was orphan casualty,

He find young girls and manipulate them casually,

Started for the money but his past drove him toward insanity,

The desire to have his mother back burns more than immeasurable quantities of watts and kelvins,

And from the pain and loss in life, these kids from Compton and Watts are hell bent,

Minds infatuated on destruction and bloodshed,

And rags blue as the ocean and as crimson as blood red,

Shattered expectations plus a lack of motivation multiplied by indoctrination and divided until you reach equation that equivalent to a numerical Satan,

If he even exists,

So hed chunk up his fists with handcuffs on his wrists and wished,

Wished like the kids who had homes and lived life on Disney,

But marijuana smoke populates his lungs and alcohol caresses his kidneys

He was content with crime until he was given metal bars to accommodate the rest of my heartbeat’s expiring time,

So I pack black gats in knapsacks to leave once peaceful communities ransacked.

Home is a war zone every walk to the house is a battle,

Cuz where I'm from you grab a gun or head to graduation with a tassel,

But school is such a hassle and college. Aint no place for bastards,

He said if has to do with education hed rather find a casket,

This is the type of life foster homes exist to prevents,

But apparently the manufacture gangsters hookers and pimps

She's a lost one, exhausted,
and she flossing and tossing if you can afford what her cost is,
she don't need friends and family so cuts all her loses,
drowning in a sea of ecstasy , fake nails, mack makeup and lip glosses,
as she proceeds to be deceived by herself going insane,
she got her petal to the metal while she smashing through the fast lane,
when she was a little girl she said she wanted to be an author,
now she on the road to oblivion with no sense of caution,
Advice for her life is met with "only God can judge mes" and fast ghetto talking,
she barking,
and im trying to tell her that her lifestyle is gonna lead her to her coffin,
stay doped up, thats why she always sniffling and coughing,
this aint Sea World but they swimming through her like a dolphins,
but deep down she knows that they're sharks though,
and deep down she knows her hearts broke,
she has no kin so her only friends are her ends and her deep throat,
she throwing eggs at the church crying screaming "I dont need hope!"
The same throat used to sing in the church choir,
she said she want heaven now cuz when she dies she anticipating fire,
and she keeps smoking fire,
blunt dipped in lean, codeine, and some stuff for cleaning tires,
she never sleeps buts she's never getting tired,
cuz her nightmares got her up scared like a vampire,
she say she can take care of herself but she's not convincing,
body sore so she close the motel door and take bubble baths with Epson salt and Ginseng,
I ask her how she do it and she says I'm living i'm existing,
plus I'm too far gone for redemption,
Long Beach, Figeroa, everywhere she hitting corners,
She even take strolls at the train station and the interchange,
always down to sell a soul for a little bit of change,
How can you help someone who been on the track since they was 15?
she told me sex and money are her only two instincts,
She had 3 kids but she sent em out to live with some relatives,
grandma would be ashamed but the pain got her memories irrelevant,
I remember when she was 12 and she didn't wanna go to hell so she vowed to Jesus to be sulllivent,
praying for everyone growing up on cup of noodles, generic Kool Aid and cheap cheese from the government,
but then mom's boyfriend came in with some gin and put her face where the covers is,
he said "uncle ray gone show you what good loving is,"
and she would just cry as she'd lie and her moms was so high she would let him rape her till he had enough of it,
in elementary she was kissing and touching it,
by middle school she was ditching and sucking it,
by high school she was such a fool she would go screw whole crews of Piru's Crips and a couple pimps,
out every night steady tryna get her cash right,
hopping out police cars so them Compton sheriffs with them stars never ask twice,
and as she laid in his cold squad car he ignored all her scars,
and she hopped out and wiped her mouth on Alondra Blvd,
Stays on cloud 10 so the girl new thinks,
taking bird baths in budget inn sinks,
but at least her pimp got her a fur coat made outta mink,
cuz last night she almost committed suicide when he put chemicals in her drink,
he say "baby girl ima lead to riches"
and i better not hear my name when they ask why you got stitches,
but now mr. pimp gotta burn with a limp and he tripping,
he grabbed by her neck and said listen,
if you gave me something i promise blood will be dripping,
she screams to god, "can i please get a miracle",
but she keep it low cuz he hate when she get spiritual,
he hit the clinic and got the results of the test back,
it was positive so he flexed the tech to neck and shot the flesh on her breast back,
she asked God why but she couldnt get a text back,
she felt weak as she heard the squeak of the sirens of police as she leaked on the side of the concrete,
and her final resting place was on 82nd and Vermont Street,
and for some reason she the one i miss when i reminisce on the playground,
and i shed a tear every time i pass the spot where she got laid down,
it tore me to have sit back and watch this,
so i vow to do my best to fight to stop this,
this is a true story and she lived in hell throughout her life,
so God please let her rest in paradise

nd to all the homeless children that roam through a blistering night,

Know that even though the past is rough there a future in life,

And to you who think that no one loves you and values your existence,

This story is about kids like you….in loving rembreance,

We can picks remnants and search for forgiveness,

Because I know that that lonlieness is one hell that nobody live in,

I know the cuts are deep and you resort to violence,

But don’t let the system win, break the silence

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