The Love Of a Homie

December 8, 2008
By martin saldana, Sunnyside, WA

When I was a kid

I took my turn

at that party

I took a shot of vodka

My momma was crushed

when she found me all buzzed

She hated me since then

So i left

Roaming the streets

with my homie

Watching our back

so they won't attack

and when they did

my homie got shot

cause we got caught

rollin on the wrong block

And in that hood

there i stood

My homie taking his last breath

saying our last goodbyes

Him telling me

don't come back...

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