Youngin

by South C   Nov 11, 2010


Deep beyond the woods, is where the kids shall play
This child by his lonesome, shall always be a stray
Motivated by violence, that's all he knows
A disrespected and thug mentality is what he shows
He has no home, so he hangs in the streets
Those beautiful single ladies, are the ones he mistreats
He shows no sympathy, so why should he give a Damn
His fighting name in the streets is known as Bam Bam
Two shots to the head, now he's locked in a cell
Hoping some day his mother, will release him by bail
No show for two months, then he's out once again
Changed his ways for good days, to keep away from sin
Educated in school, he's completely turned around
Flying through each grade, without making a sound
He still lives in the area, and at anytime he could change
Sacrificing his family, would make his life be rearranged
No more shall he wonder, the young boy has found his place
Through the eyes of his so called friends, he's not scared to stand face to face

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