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Free Our Byrds


The system never understood us, 

They called us gang bangers, hoodlums & more. 

I never gang banged, 

I never even stole but to them I was just that. 

We were always more than what you seen on the surface 

We were always something more, 

But some of us fell to society's cons before we were given the chance to be more than Hoodlums. 

 

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Comments (2)

Jordxn
<p>Thank you for reading :)</p>
Locke1
<p>Stereotypes are harmful to everyone. It is a shame that some people can not comprehend that. Thank you for posting this.</p>

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