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i sit her on these streets and i wonder how they turned out that way,

faces so dead, with weed in their hands,

their momma on the corner with stillottues and a mini skirt,
daddy on the steps wid a beer in his hands,

Little girls running around tryna look like thier mommas,
make up n their faces,
and pens in their hands, position like a cigarrette.

I sit here, and i watch, i watch and i stare,


it makes no sense to me,
we see our parents, and the love ones around us,

slowly fading away from what they could be,
killing their lives, and their dreams,
and more importantly theirselves,

yet, we follow up in their footsteps.

We got the power in our hands,
we are the future,

what we do now, can change us forever,

We got a life ahead of us,

and we don't have to live like them.

So put down the weed, and grab the pen from your sister,

and hold her hand, and walk away.

Walk away from the drugs, from the boost, and the hood,

walk away from that life.