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In my city


Rain in my city 

sirencing going off 

Guns getting loud 

Bodies  laying 

Kids hugry 

Father running in and out of the jail cell 

Mommy a crack head getting on that pole 

Grandma getting old 

Time getting short 

The rain in my city 

Kids popping pills

To many of us is getting killed 

We not even seeing it past the age of 25 

More babies begin born , Less children graduating 

More funerals , less weddings 

More cloudy days 

Than sunny days 

Everybody die but not Everybody live 

Cops killing us , We killing us 

Soon it won't be nomore us 

The hate became so strong 

The love became so fake 

Everybodu stabbing everybody 

This the city I live in ....

Shoot outs everyday . Never peace , We all most kill ...

We say we want it to end but we always take the easy way 

What happen to fighting ??

What happen to loading a helping hand ??!  
What happen to equal ??? 
This works was never equal we was always divided 

Everything has a limit 

Everything has a timer 

Nothing or no one last forever 

Only in my city 

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