Our own kind slaughtered, our own children murdered. Sons and daughters with no fathers falling prey to the gutta. Resorting to the belly of the beast; having no choice but to pack the heat. Single parent households...mothers are finding it struggle everyday to eat and to put shoes on your child's feet. We tell people practice what you preach isn't that what they teach but you practice making babies and leaving your family to the streets.
Young women you see them wonder the streets looking for the missing puzzle piece. so she fills that void with sex, money and drugs but she still weeps. The tears that she cries leave a river of emotions yet she's still dry inside; wanting to cry but being a woman and black inspired she's much more than what is on the outside.
Black men I challenge you to take your future kings and queens and build them to be better than you. Let them know these streets are no place for you. So when that big hand is no longer on the move...you can rest and know you left behind a better you.
Justin L. Futrell
check this out.....he sounds like he has the smarts to be anything he wants but the streets got a hold of him.
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