Sep
22

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Another Lost Cause


My people are hurting

children turned to monsters,

Northern Cali livin where 9 year old kids curse like mobsters.

Politicians cant figure out the reason

for all the drugs violence and hate,

but I alone know the answer to why all that seems their fate.

Ask them about their childhhood

and theyll become distant and blank,

some clutch 9’s with their lil hands

while watching their young mothers snort up crank.

Ask the lil cholas

why they settle for men who use their fists

and youll hear a story of a baby raped, at the tender age of six.

Little boys protecting their mothers from drunk inked up men

lil girls watching their older brothers sent off to the pin

Damnt dont yall see, it starts at home

broken and battred women, feeling safe by a cholos chrome.

Then having kids to young,

resenting their lost youth

the mothers take off

leavin the oldest kid to raise the other two.

I know a girl whos mother sold her tiny body

for a bit of cheap dope

to the same men who slept with her

and lived all in her home.

It sickens me, the rate that dehumanization is quickening

upper class fight over allowance

always havin but steady bickering.

While a kid across town

is lettin the homies pull a train

cuz she needs protection from them in this wicked terrain.

Wheres the parents? Some cant be found. Out tryin to ease the pain

that their parents handed down.

The cycle has to be broken

someone has to care

for these orphaned ghetto children

thinking normality is despair.

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