Reflections of My Perceptions
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Things were bad enough before you came,
an old enemy of life with a new name
lighting dark streets with blue flame
so many lost in flashes of butane
kids bought and sold to obtain shoe names
no, shoes name branded all over again
a new generation shackled in chains
looking for happiness only finding pain
how many have been lost down the drain
all because they chose to clown with 'caine
with the red blood of kids the streets bear stains
which after floods of tears still remain
an ongoing struggle with no sign of gains
the young and strong left helpless, lame
while we point fingers and assess blame
crack continues to grow and access brains
an old enemy of life with a new name
lighting dark streets with blue flame
so many lost in flashes of butane
kids bought and sold to obtain shoe names
no, shoes name branded all over again
a new generation shackled in chains
looking for happiness only finding pain
how many have been lost down the drain
all because they chose to clown with 'caine
with the red blood of kids the streets bear stains
which after floods of tears still remain
an ongoing struggle with no sign of gains
the young and strong left helpless, lame
while we point fingers and assess blame
crack continues to grow and access brains
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