No More Emotion.

They say with every life lost is a baby born,
But at 17 he was just a baby himself.
Caught in the line of fire,
The bullet hit him,
They don’t have names,
It wasn’t meant for You De’Audre,
You were just there,
And because you were there,
You’re no longer here!
That’s just the way it is in the streets,
The gang life,
Fighting, and Feuding.
All the disputing.
Growing up in the hood,
It’s not easy.
I wish everyone could see.
They say with every life lost is a baby born.
These are babies out here getting killed.





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