Another man down, Latino and black on black crimes.
Hearses riding, preachers preaching, mothers crying
Father's nowhere to be found-
Strapped with pistols
Swearing vengeance for every comrade that died.
Candles burning: "lighters in the sky".
The cycle never dies.
Broke and disgusted, incarcerated.
All of this was perpetuated by those orchestrating our demise.
Still we speed up the process by being Stevie Wonderblind,
Selling dope, robbing, and murdering our own kind,
Committing domestic violence, prostituting our women out.
I know the struggles, I was raised on those front lines,
Witnessed and experienced those
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