Up in flames
The remains
Of the past
Future leaders
Doctors and lawyers
They made wrong choices
Which cost them their lives
Cost them their wives
The pocket knives they wear
In their jeans
Harmless as they may seem
Branded by society
Of who they should not be
Pants sagging
Lally gagging
In the streets
Perpetuating the vision
Most of them are in prisons
Voiceless
They are 6 feet under
we are the thunder
And lightning
That will make the dark light
We are their voice that will make the wrong right
We are the moon in the day
We are the sun at night
As the mother
Of a young brother
We aim to make the change we want to see in this world
Nelson Mandela
The little boys and girls
Will become the men and women oftomorrow
Our job is to ensure their tomorrow
Peace and love
Not war and strife
Kisses and hugs
Not guns and knives
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FUTUREUp in flames The remains Of the past Future leaders Doctors and lawyers They made wrong choices Which cost them their lives Cost them their wives The pocket knives they wear In their jeans Harmless as they may seem Branded by society Of who they should not be Pants sagging Lally gagging In the streets Perpetuating the vision Most of them are in prisons Voiceless They are 6 feet under we are the thunder And lightning That will make the dark light We are their voice that will make the wrong right We are the moon in the day We are the sun at night As the mother Of a young brother We aim to make the change we want to see in this world Nelson Mandela The little boys and girls Will become the men and women oftomorrow Our job is to ensure their tomorrow Peace and love Not war and strife Kisses and hugs Not guns and knives  |
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