Trouble
Cries for help are ignored.
Gun shots are looked past.
Another fist fight,
They send the cops in full armor.
Another drive by,
Two killed.
Another disappearence,
no one cares.
We dont matter, we're too poor.
Our girls, are nothing but thots, skanks, and whores.
Our boys, carry flags and guns.
Yet, we try in school,
We get good grades,
We try to stay out of trouble.
But trouble always finds us.
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