I heard a mother say Just the other day
Please don’t take My son away
His father left on Saturday
Filled his heart with sadder days
Wasn’t here to teach Him how to play
Please don’t give him Triple Life
I live to see Him Take a wife
The mistakes That he made
Have been already paid
She prayed and she prayed
For her son in shackles and chains
Standing Before the judge
Like an Auction block slave
In the world of boys and girls
Lost in the System souls lost
Paying the systematic Cost
How far can they go
With no one to follow
What do they know
These questions are rhetorical
Left feeling hollow
Because their mind is criminal
Taken lives is all that they know
Raging youngsters amongst us
turning into Monsters
Created uneducated Gang related
Stealing and killing for what they lack
Supporting a mother who’s on crack?
In a world filled with Choice
What choice do they have
Straight out the Womb Born into doom
full of gloom without a voice in the room
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