What if?

Its amazing how bullets have eyes of there own and go in there own direction, One shot grazed one bullet strayed still satisfy the killers erection, Mentally were infected, to society were infectious, we’ve been a pest in society for too long and they think we need to go away, first time they seen someone black they said that nigger needs to go away, and that’s where the rope came in to play, see my ancestors want me to fight for a better day but that dream dies every time another loved one pass away, so kids often puff puff pass the medication to the next castaway and try to castaway the troubles of their life, And moms struggling but we still got to get up fight. But the fights we fight just ain’t right. Often looking up to Role Models that’s modeling the roles of a someone on the down low... but it’s all good because its Hollywood. What if I told you that I’m not religious and I don’t believe in hell, would you still listen to me? What if I told you that 1 out of my closet 10 friends will die before 18 and 2 of them will die before 30, would you believe me? What if told you that I would rather die for a hood then to die for this country would you think I’m crazy? What if I told you that I will become a dad before I become a man would you judge me? What if I told you that my cousin killed my brother, would you still think that blood is thicker water, or would you understand my pain?