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"Lost Soulz"


 “Lost Soulz”

 

Peace to all of the brothas that passed away by gang and drug related violence. They may have been silenced by a pistol, but it’s not their fault for falling victim to the devilish roads.

Their brain turned mold and having positive morals didn’t apply to their needs. Their heart got lost in the mist.

Decades ago it was about holding up an unstoppable black fist, nowadays the young souls would ditch school just to blaze and destroy their brain cells that were duplicated before their birth, but when locked in jail it’s described as hell on earth.

Every convict had their own turf so they’ll have back up when on the merge of getting shanked in the neck. A vulnerable body part to protect.

I can’t call these kids stupid or dumb, its not their fault they ended up as low life bums. Its not their fault they grew up with only one parent. Blaming the system and society didn't get them anywere in life.

After being intoxicated with weed and liquor, youngsters walk up and down the block wishing a brotha would. They would rather be more focused on wrecking another brotha instead of earning their diploma to make their mother proud. WOW i feel sorry for the next soon to be born child.

 

  I guess you still want a reason on why i barely smile…

  I guess you'd rather see a false emotion instead of the real deal…

  Why smile when young brothas getting killed?

  Why smile while a 6 month old baby’s dying by guns and abuse?

              Why smile when i’m not being told the truth?


 

It’s like the world is sealed in a colossal cylinder vile, and the lower class is being scattered at the bottom like tile. While our blood is being splattered all over concrete and buildings like paint on a wall which is described as a Masterpiece but in reality is a massacre.   

 

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