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[sid] => 154320
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => WHY?
[time] => 2009-10-21 17:02:16
[hometext] => Just a few questions on my mind
[bodytext] => Drug Dealers and Drive by's Cause pain and tears in mother's eyes I walk the streets with my head held high With a single question in my mind Why? Why are bullets flying over heads more than the birds? Why are battles spilling over into ghetto's and suburbs? Why are there more metal detectors in schools than books? Why are there less doctors than crooks? Why are babies born already addicted to crack? Why are there preachers stealing from offerings to fill their own money stacks? I can ask these questions all day and night However I'll never get an answer that fits just right Because I see what others don't wish to see Our world is like a boat about to be swallowed by the sea The sea of hate because we can't get along Can't let our relationships grow strong We all right everyone else is wrong That's our mentality as we bang the hatred gong I sit in the alleways Where machine guns spray Where grandmothers pray that their grandchildren will see the next day I wade through the rivers of blood caused by gang violence and hate It's not in Cali or New York but in every single state We'll kill ourselves soon if we continue at this rate Where is the love and compassion? Were hoarding it all like we gotta take rations I can swim in the tears of the mothers of kids killed at parks Ten year old children done before they life ever starts I feel the flames of hate in racism in the earth It burns me like a raging open hearth And as I walk the streets of pain I hear someone screaming my name I turn my head and see a teen behind a gate looking at me "I'm sorry, Tell my parents I'll love them!" he screams Why I'm seeing all of this am I cursed, to walk through truth untill my last ride in a hearse? So many tears have been shed for so many years So many people filled with so many fears Why has our world become a free for all? Because we allowed our values to fall And those who have been chosen to lead have ignored the call But I'll stand tall for you all These are the things I see from my eyes Hopefully I'll see the world realize the darkened skies hear the raging cries and hopefully someone else will ask. WHY? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 65 [informant] => psychodavis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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