My Block

My Block 
I hear the screams and the cries 
Bullets are flying and my homey dies 
Every day I see stabbings and drive bys 
I walk past the crack houses they go to get their highs 

A mother grieves her only son who was shot 
This is the story of my block 
Where everyone is in a gang and owns a glock 
Here where I am from nothing comes as a shock 

No one lives past the age of twenty one 
Most eleven year olds here carry a gun 
We never know if we’ll live to see the nest sun 
Questionin’ when the next crime will be done

 
This is my block, where I grew up, my home 
My entire life I have been on my own 
In this life you’ve got to learn to be alone 
After a while your heart turns into stone 

Nothing to live for, nothing to lose 
Last week a little boy got killed for his shoes 
But because he was poor it wasn’t in the news 
On my block humanity has nothing to prove 

Reviews

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I can hear 2pac my block in here, I like.

[Mystik]

2pac is my inspiration :) thank u

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

You're welcome. Mine too. I have a few poems with reference to tupac that might inspire you, Made my vision so clear, Oh God forgive me etc

[Mystik]

okay I will check them out :)

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Cool