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I see a kid laying in the ground,

resting in this place,

surrounding by something thick and red,

I see a woman crying holding his hand,

I see the tired tracks in the middle of the streets,

see the homies getting strap,

saying fuck this shit lets get them back,

I see flowers been brought,

see candles lighting up,

the kid in the ground cant move,

I wonder why,

as the homies past

they tell the lady dont worry we will take them out,

lady answers how is that going to bring him back,

she weeps in her knees

running her hands to his little face,

I know whats up, and ambulance rolling by,

the kid in the ground is dead,

they shot him hit him straight in his head,

he lays there, people surround him,

woman crying and yelling get the fuck off me homes,

another person lost to the violence of the streets,

this time is was and innocent kid,

they tell the lady sorry

they were aiming for me

but they missed and instead they got him,

the kids dreams have come to an end,

now his only dream is to reach the heavens,

yet the people that took his life

still go around wasting time,

I so sadly see

the mother holdings hand filled with blood,

they get closed and say sorry,

the women weeps and look into there eyes

and say I feel more sorry for you,

I see that kid so cold laying in the pool of blood,

his last home the kid on the ground!