GangCulture :/ ---- Wrote this poem myself, R.I.P all those who have suffered!!

FOR ALL THOSE YOUTHS - brothers, sons and friends 🙁 you will always be remebered!!!

You won’t tell me how its been

How you’ve lived, what you’ve seen

But the walls speak of the pain

The street shows me your gain

Your “boys” don’t give a toss

Your cell number shows me your loss …..

But your eyes tell me your story

Your gang warfare and so called glory

A stab wound, a slash, right on his chest

Ya boys are buzzin

What will it be next ….

Your pockets getting heavy

Your egos getting bigger

You thinking your solid

Then somebody call you n****r

Your anger and pain get blown out of proportion

Plus your all high

Buying crack for extortion

You wanna kill him

Cuz you think you’re all fly

Shoot him to the ground

Your “boys” are with you till you die

Your girls scared she don’t want you to do it

You start shoutin, abusing and having a fit

She’s gone three months and she don’t wanna get rid

Then you bail out you aint ready for no kid …..

Is this destined to be your fate

Missin your girl

So full of hate

But na you’re a gangster

You knock em to their feet

Cuz that’s how you were raised growing up on this street …..

A gunshot, a bullet straight to his head

The walls are screaming

And the pavement runs red …

Locked up, banged up

Your all on your own

Your boys, your homies to scared to even phone

But you won’t tell me how its been

How you’ve lived, what you’ve seen

But the walls speak of the pain

The street shows me your gain

Your “boys” don’t give a toss

Your cell number shows me your loss …..

By user - TheDivineExsistence 🙂