The BN Village - View Single Post

MyThoughts · (#1 (**permalink**))

Caught up in this life on the UK streets
Where you stay weak, if you don’t rep, you may sleep
Where things to you stay bleak, obeying street rules
Such weak fuel to young minds, which mistreat school
And bringing the heat pools a river of blood
And while another’s dying we have mothers crying
Hoping the skies gives us a flood
So we can wash off our hands, wash away the responsibility
And have community uproar talking about we want stability
The futility continuously grieving bringing flowers to graves
Coming from our hour of slaves it was pertinent
We should have more power these days
But it has turned sour this phase still stuck in the system
Stop the guns campaigns but what stops us going to prison
Or worse on the tombstone engraved R.I.P when they die
Because there was no rest or peace as a crook when alive
All we can do is look in the sky and sigh the good die young
So its good-bye son, however, no one should cry stunned
With the life he lived that he would die gunned
Selling drugs because he could not live on minimum wage
So he joined that life, the streets that many engage
And there you go another deceased
So many, living in the belly of the beast