The Story of Living in the Bronx
I grew up in the Bronx
Where gang war goes on
Drung Dealers sell to crack heads
And teen mom raising babies
Old people have no health care
And homeless people have no where to go
No family members to take care of them
Does anyone care
To give back to the people
Or do you not care at all
You should help these people out
Cause their just like you and me
It's like taking everything you work for
Has suddly disappeared
When you live in the Bronx
You expect to join a gamg
while women are being raped
By the gang that try to run the streets
You become apart of that gang
That raped that mother and took her life
How does one live with what he has done
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