- Jun 17, 2003
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- Occupation
- My occupation is whatever I do that requires focus
To 18yr old Shavaughn...whom I used to mentor...
Dear Angel,
when I join you in heaven maybe you can mentor me... Your sun-drenched presence will be missed...
Excuse my language but
****...I’m stressed
at the blatant disregard for life
at night time on the north side
and **** Man…
How am I...
supposed to think, breathe or sleep
or R.est I. n P.eace
when …
blood flows through the streets
At…Night time…on the North side?
And if it’s not the sounds of
Gun-shots and sirens
Shattering the serenity
Of my silence
It’s… the fear of
Home invasion violence
That keeps me wired
And unable to
Close my eyes
And rest in…****…
Peace is hard to find
Because blood flows
Through the streets
At…
Night time…on the North side
And…
even though
school’s out
on hot summer nights
children can’t hang out
for fear of drive-bys
mama said…
“best be on the inside
don’t want to make the
growing list of homicides”
and ****…
peace is hard to find
while blood flows through the streets
at…
Night time…on the North side
and I can’t stand…
at the bust stop at the end
of the block
because my brother’s keeper
feels he’s entitled to take
what little bit I got tucked away
in the bottom of my own pocket…
And…****…Peace is hard to find
At… Night time…on the North side
and ****- I…cant sit to long
at a red light
if its late night
because once again its…
fright-time at Night time
on the… North side
and…
for just one night
I’d like to be able to live my life
Without constantly worrying
about loosing my life
at Night time
on the North side
And …for just one night I’d… like to
think breath and sleep
Without the sound of communities
Weeping because blood flows
the streets…young brother Please…
for the sake of those souls
whose life you chose to take
Let’s end it now so we all can
R. est I .n P. eace
At…
Night time…
on the
North side.
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Dear Angel,
when I join you in heaven maybe you can mentor me... Your sun-drenched presence will be missed...
Excuse my language but
****...I’m stressed
at the blatant disregard for life
at night time on the north side
and **** Man…
How am I...
supposed to think, breathe or sleep
or R.est I. n P.eace
when …
blood flows through the streets
At…Night time…on the North side?
And if it’s not the sounds of
Gun-shots and sirens
Shattering the serenity
Of my silence
It’s… the fear of
Home invasion violence
That keeps me wired
And unable to
Close my eyes
And rest in…****…
Peace is hard to find
Because blood flows
Through the streets
At…
Night time…on the North side
And…
even though
school’s out
on hot summer nights
children can’t hang out
for fear of drive-bys
mama said…
“best be on the inside
don’t want to make the
growing list of homicides”
and ****…
peace is hard to find
while blood flows through the streets
at…
Night time…on the North side
and I can’t stand…
at the bust stop at the end
of the block
because my brother’s keeper
feels he’s entitled to take
what little bit I got tucked away
in the bottom of my own pocket…
And…****…Peace is hard to find
At… Night time…on the North side
and ****- I…cant sit to long
at a red light
if its late night
because once again its…
fright-time at Night time
on the… North side
and…
for just one night
I’d like to be able to live my life
Without constantly worrying
about loosing my life
at Night time
on the North side
And …for just one night I’d… like to
think breath and sleep
Without the sound of communities
Weeping because blood flows
the streets…young brother Please…
for the sake of those souls
whose life you chose to take
Let’s end it now so we all can
R. est I .n P. eace
At…
Night time…
on the
North side.
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