I was standing in the middle of the streets
And there was gun fire from every side
My life story was rapidly running through my head
Wondering lifelessly if I was gonna end up dead
I found myself running behind dilapidated buildings
The smell of piss and old wine rushed up my nostrils
Fear ponder through my tattered torn heart
I saw a forlorn tattered little girl, frightened cold and weary
A little soul sister wondering in the mist
Then I buried her in the rubble to keep her safe
You see a cold bitter bloody night, angry faces in the sky
In darkness lies the destiny of death
The blood thirsty hatred of the crips and bloods
Psychopathic rage of carnage flutters their minds
You see bloody nights and warfare
Gang wars and shattered mornings
Faceless bodies lie dead in the streets
Children crying in grief because they’re fatherless
You see momma’s on crack and all she care about is getting her next hit
Her daily goal is getting several hits a day
While her child cry in hunger
Dope slingers on every corner
To take your welfare check
They don’t care about your rent
The take food out of the children’s mouths
But you don’t care
And why? I say Why?
An Addiction.. I don’t care you say
As long I as I can get my next fix
I’ll suck any man’s thing
As long as I get my next fix
And tattered dreams
And gloomy days
And whore house nights
And a wasted life
Smokey scenes
And rocky days
Sleepless and waste less nights
Who shall see hope
Who can see the light
Perhaps never, perhaps never
Angela Wilson
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