POETRY: VICTIM 2 DA' STREET

[kendo]

Fallen from birth,
his life is a curse
A troublesome boy, hittin` and runnin`
Dreams of gurlz,money and gunnin`

Little does he know he is his own grave digger,
Theshovel represented byhis finger on the trigger,

He hates the law, his enemies are the police,
his friends are the gangsters, he prefers the streets,

Out on the streetz he cold, but he`s free,
Out on the road he`s as bad as can be,

his friends are those that will take a life,
Kill a fellow man for a very little price,

The boy sells drugs and steals to survive,
he does anything he can just to stay alive,

No role model, no parent to show him the way,
No one to tell him crime doesn`t pay,

Father has gone, mum given up hope,
A single stress out mother, and yet she still copes,


Walking the streets, late at night,
Walks into darkness, walks into a fight

The boys meets his rivals, trouble has begun,
Moments later his life is done,

Friends at his funerls time to say goodbye,
His mother heart-broken all she does is cry,

He is now gone and buried, Buried six feet,
He`s just another boy who fell victim to the street.

© Naija-Man 2003

[original skeepolah]

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