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A Letter To My Concrete Queens


Ran into a girl from the past A girl who walked a similar path From where do I know this girl you might ask? Juvenile Hall is where I seen her last Lived our teenage years in and out of the system Just like many other girls and I could list em Ran into this girl after many years passed A generation finally outgrown its grasp But wait, theres more, time to face the aftermath "Who do you remember from there?" Is what she asked "Everyone." I answered back Little did I know about the news she would stack News full of darkness and black The system was only the beginning of the final crack Told me about more girls from the past Other girls who walked the same path Here's the story of their aftermath One girl got killed by the mean streets of LA She was one of the brave Yet her enemies still smashed her like clay Little did she know that would be her day The day she wouldn't live to sleep in her own bed All cause a simple bullet to the head Can't watch her little girl grow up in the years ahead That precious girl will live motherless instead Another child ending up in the system Daddy's long gone so he'd never miss em That's just one sad story among many others But wait, here's another Next girl got paralyzed from the waist down All from walking the wrong side of town She used to have fun and clown Now she can barely get around Little did she know her aftermath would be a life in a wheelchair While some people stare and think it's unfair The people who did it laugh and don't even care Her life is what they hunger to tare A constant look over her shoulder to stay aware She lives a life that can't be no fun But wait, I'm not even done Other girls ended up in prison for life One can just imagine the strife Restless days and sleepless nights Living through constant battles and fights Stripped of all humanly rights Hidden snakes lie within all the people you meet All they want is a way they can cheat And all you got is your own two feet To guard yourself against all the lies and deceit No one is your friend All they do is pretend That's how it is until it's the end A life grown cold in the system Living through society with all its criticism That's some pretty sad aftermath for my concrete queens Still stuck and tangled in the devils schemes Little did they know they would stay stuck in that pit of darkness where no one hears their screams All they got left now is shattered and broken dreams Generation after generation, when will it stop? It's time to say enough is enough and make our way to the top Change those ways my concrete queens, this life is not the norm There's something greater than a life of crime, violence, and locked doors Strive to make it out of the storm I know it might seem out of reach and unusual But I want you to know that life could be beautiful A life of concrete u can defeat Use that concrete as your fuel to compete Time after time u surely will succeed Don't ever settle for less Look to The Lord and your life he will bless Hear his knock and let him into your heart It's the only way to rip the devil apart Whos been corrupting your mind right from the start He lies in wait like a narc Waiting to shoot trouble your way like a dart Striving hard not to miss his mark Using anything he can as bate He'll use anger and hate to destroy ones fate My concrete queens I lived the life, I know I know what it is to feel alone and to be brought low My heart goes out to all of you I just want u to know I truly want all of you to make it But not just according to this world, the goal should be higher Lets make it our goal to escape the trap of that eternal fire To walk with God on golden streets To no longer be lost sheep It's not gonna be easy but I assure you it's never impossible With The Holy Spirit anything is possible Run or walk or crawl until the race is completed Once you've won I promise you won't feel cheated All you will feel is the joy and victory of a life of concrete defeated I love you all and I want you to know your beautiful Regardless of your flaws and thorns that lie at your roots That's my message to all of you But wait, before I go let me tell you about this other girl, where do I start? So damaged inside she backslides into the dark She doesn't like to communicate But wait, I'm about to elaborate This girl I know very well She's been through hell Just one glance and you can never tell She hides the depths of her soul behind a wall that's ten feet tall While the innocent child in her screams and calls Broken badly bruised and scarred yet still she crawls Inch by inch trying to make it to the light at the end of the vine Wanting to put her broken past behind She's seen and lived through things people wouldn't even believe Roots full of darkness up until she aged out of the juvenile system But the cycle repeated and ended up in the adult system Went from catching juvenile cases and foster homes to CYA and catching adult cases Had a taste of freedom but her pain was still eating her up inside Hated everyone and everything Kept living reckless long ago stopped caring This time she was making illegal money over in other states Once again she caught another case Eleven years later now still in the system A broken home was the first symptom Cold and full of corruption Little did she know it would lead her down a path full of destruction Bottled up hurt, anger and frustration But thanks be to God he has her heart under construction Looking to him for guidance and direction To make it to her destination which is winning the race The time is now there's not a moment to waste She hopes to see you all at that heavenly place Hope is what's keeping her stride a steady pace My concrete queens I know her so well coz this last girl is me We're gonna make it one day and when we make it they'll see Just tell em "She came from concrete."
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