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Children's Pain


Yall can sit up and let a man put a smile on you face just because he saying "HIDE YOU KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE"..... Same people turning they're heads or swiping they're page up and down left and right... But not on the page about the lost but not found... So would you listen to the guy staring you down... Saying stand up quick there are black lives to be found.... Kids are going missing at the age of one... All some people want is too have a lil girl a lil son.... The world we live in makes me wish those children  were never born... Not saying I don't love life and what it brings... But damn too have to "HIDE YO KIDS AND HIDE YO WIFE" That just dont sit right... So when the headlines shine bright Black lives dismemberment are displayed.... Graves soon to have  assigned stoneplates to be laid... With a date, hopefully a face, or maybe a statement or two on how they'll be missed from dredful place... My heart hurts and my mind wonders... Over time we have become blind to the scheme of body snatching.. Now were even jumping in on it... Men and Women having strength to do crazy positions, while music listening  and  admiring that bent end... Same people 9 months later a baby is born... But yet dont have the courage to go out and  fend no matter how low the ends.. Build a life with your kids, don't be the reason it ends.. Not living inspite of your offspring. Let em live and Let em spring.... As I chizzle pieces of my brain. Think of them a little crum drops that will lead you down this lane called Children's Pain... This is  now the time you can listen,  research or take a moment of silence for those vanished and have found or unfound remains... So if you have a brother, sister, son, daughter, nephew, niece or cousin... Watch out for them... Show them the love and support they need... Be the latter they can climb to success... Not the reason for their last Breath... Love our children because we were once them.....
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An_Ashed_Phoenix

Im just a young brotha with words on mind. Trying to find some time to feed yall these lines and my makes some dimes. While hoping yall feel these ryhmes.

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