Scars to the Street

SCARS TO THE STREET

Y’all ready for this?

Let’s get it!

Walking down the street,
Hearing the cries and screams of pain,
Of another person fallin' victim to the gangs,
Chicago- once a city known for skyscrapers and food,
Now sitting at the top of the charts with the violent killings we continuously go through,
Families scared to walk down the street,
Afraid they're going to have to hide from the heat,
Being blasted with a ooze or tech 9,
They so bold they don't care if they come from the front or behind,
Night or day they killing humans like animal’s prey- on the weak for no reason,
It must be hunting season!
And human life is at the top of the food chain,
The lion is no longer the king of the jungle- now, it’s the gangs,
This city is becoming insane!
So, who’s the blame?
Chicago!
Has reduced its pride,
Sending people off to "fight the good fight" when the real fight is here on these streets to survive, These young punks who want to be GD's, Vice Lords, or Latin Kings,
Should wake up to reality and stop this division,
Let me take you on a journey through your unconscious mind and let you grasp this heavenly vision of mine,
Let the words in this message flow through your souls like old times,
As we turn to the streets which hold so many memories of those we love,
Back to a place we can call home again,
A place where you can play outside with your friends,
A place that we can have a community that cares and loves each other,
A place where we all look out for one another,
We must do this,
So the legacy of those whom we lost won't be in vain,
We must put an end to all the pain while these wanna be gangsters continues to rein,
Ha, they say plagiarizing will sentence you to jail but,
Has the price of the death gone up in the air?
No not souls transpiring to heaven or hell

but cases unsolved being place

in the junk mail.

This word defined is a ln idea stole and passed as your own

so why have all these murders been left alone.

is it not the copying of the first man's death that these killers today follow,

so tell me now why is this situation so hollow,

this right here is getting hard to swallow waking up in the morning day after day to find out another person of this world has been slayed.

If I say so myself WE ARE THE KKK. Killing innocent minds who could had made a big difference in their time.

A wise man once told me it's not how long you live

but how you live

but what does this mean when your chance and opportunities are snatched away

and the street claims another victim or prey.

Scars on the human body heal over time

but this pain...pause…. But this pain I feel will make a person lose their mind. But its time,

that Chicago spreads its wings and takes flight

because we can't let our city be brought down to five.

Giving in to this genocide.

Chicago we must stand together like a wall unable to be penetrated,

I mean by nothing at all.

These streets, have a higher body count than the morgues combined

and this is the reason by which we are now defined.

Scars to the streets many faith may meet but if Chicago stands together

and sends out their fleet these

SCARS TO THE STREET will cease.

And that's that piece.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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