I heard a mother say Just the other day
Please don’t take My son away
 
His father left on Saturday
Filled his heart with sadder days
 
Wasn’t here to teach Him how to play
Please don’t give him Triple Life
I live to see Him Take a wife
 
The mistakes That he made 
Have been already paid 
She prayed and she prayed
 
For her son in shackles and chains 
Standing Before the judge 
Like an Auction block slave
 
In the world of boys and girls 
Lost in the System souls lost
Paying the systematic Cost
 
How far can they go
With no one to follow
What do they know
 
These questions are rhetorical
 
Left feeling hollow
Because their mind is criminal
Taken lives is all that they know
 
Raging youngsters amongst us
turning into Monsters 
 
Created uneducated Gang related
 
Stealing and killing for what they lack 
Supporting a mother who’s on crack?
 
In a world filled with Choice
What choice do they have
 
Straight out the Womb Born into doom
full of gloom without a voice in the room
2013 © WIZE DOM
 

      
	
     
     
    
    
