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Gun Free


This cant be life. Its like i walk out everyday another candle light. In my city they shoot guns its no such thing as fight. they shoot at anytime. even on the fun nights. rest well to all my neighbors in the ground. I wonder will my city ever come from underground. Shooting each other. every night another round. we don't ever get a break. we always seem to hear that sound. the sound of the sirens. and the blood on the ground. someone mom asking questions. families crying man down. maybe one day we can finally have peace. when the gangsters finally agree. agree to put down their gun piece. and let us live. live gun free.
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