CHURCHING! GANGSTAS!

People don't live that long,
That's why some party everyday like Frank came home,
And it's hard for them to say that their heart aint yearning to walk up in the church and believe the sermon,
But they wake up in the morning,
And relieve the burning,
Hoping that He understands our reasons for it...
We're not evil, We're equal!

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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