Never the same

January 18, 2014

Drugs,

sex,

money.

His hustle.

Gangs,

Violence,

All to keep his family fed.

Daily basis.

on the corner selling dope,

He sniffin' coke.

Trying to take the pain away

but it stays.

Mother dying

it got him cryin'

Trying to support his fam'

His little brother following in his footsteps.

then one day,

shot.

dead.

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