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life 2 min read 371 views May 23, 2017

Welcome to my city

Welcome to the city of brotherly love More like welcome to the city of killers and thugs Where prostitutes trade in their body for drugs Welcome to the city where kids don't have a chance Kids aren't kids nomore Naw they're  too advanced Lil girls twerkin on the corner like they're grown But you can't blame them its what they see at home Lil boy at the age of 10 swears he's a man cause all his life he's been told " don't cry like a lil ish take it like a man" we live in a society where everything is done for tha gram U must remember everything that happens Is by time and chance So now your lil girl starts doing sexual favors for cash cause she wants that swag and designer bag like her mama has your lil boy has no respect for woman cause he feels he already knows what they're about He see different men layed up wit his mama but not one of them made her a spouse You better pray when they get older that things change That ya lil boy don't get caught up in the street life and sent to a early grave Or that ya daughter don't blame you for the way she was raised coming home crying cause one of these ni×#az gave her aids just something to think about b4 u start your day Oh yea welcome to my city The world is a ghetto and this is where we stay

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mlowe5

WOw! A powerful pen indeed. What a beautiful pslam of a an imposed truth! Thanks for the reminder of the state of the community in which we welcome all to come and join in the work that remains to be done. "Only the worker dies...the work goes one." As a fellow Worker yet above ground, I thank you for you welcome to Our Cities! Write on. Peace and Love, mlowe5

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