how we're living

My community is not a community.

For I see and hear about more violence then anything else on my t.v screen.

Growing up in the jungles of New Orleans, everyone is for himself;

Bestfriends become enemies and brothers become threats.

To who? YOU and your grandparents too. 

Killers show no remorse .

What is the point? To see one in a hearse;they aren't sure.

It is done to past time? What's done? Alotta crime.

In my city

Noones with me. There is not any teams in this commuinty.

We should go back in time ,

Let's rewind

And try to act as if guns were never invented.

My community is not a community because of many things but mostly due to a guns existence.

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