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Boom Woosh Bam Splat Doink Pow Fwoosh Plop Boom - the sound of the gun Woosh - the bullet speeding towards him Bam - the bullet hitting him in the chest
Rest easy young one Rest easy soldier   They try to appease with money oil and greed But in order to succeed You don’t need faith effort or belief
You ready I'm ready You ready I'm ready  Ok   I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Listen let me tell you about BOX Not a container with a flat base and sides typically square or rectangular and having a lid I wanna personify the BOX I knew as a kid See, BOX was close minded (get it box closed minded)...... NO BOX WAS closed....
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats Like a spoon full of sugar While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
Some may say I am a bore, but I am the senor. They call me senor Because I’m a bore I’m in love with a whore But I make her snore  
I don't get much sleep. I wish that I could leave. It feels like I can't breathe. A ghost I want to be. I wonder if other people feel, This way that I always will. All I wish is to bring back you.
In the nightOut of sight Children forced to fightOut of spiteBrought to lightFeel their plightIgnore the siteWith all their mightClutching their tiny bodies tightIs this right?Their obvious plightStill ignored despiteSeen like some parasiteNever l
It sounds like heavy rainfall Water burdened by the iron that colors it Graffiti sketch its hue splattered backdoor streets Red and blue lights illuminating the darkness  
Look at my skin, all you see is a black man Look in my mind, all you see is a dove Part of me falls into oppression and hatrid The other part of me looks to Rise above Spread your wings and fly my child
A warning seen by all It delivers a sercet message to unseen assailants prowling and warring through the midnight streets once labeled "peaceful". When daylight arrives, they remind us
Spirit, That's what we'll call the name of a boy with the story of a man at sixteen years old Hear this, With no worries of his sins nor society's gravitational pull on a black man's soul,
I'm speaking in simple rhyme so you can hear my messageToo many songs sung and rapped about the sex messageDrugs and love don't mix, don't you know that?
(poems go here)Where I am from……. By: Chad Ward Jr.   I am from a Small city with BIG DREAMS. I am from lost faith and lost hope.
On my path, I'm headed for hell Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
This cant be life. Its like i walk out everyday another candle light. In my city they shoot guns its no such thing as fight. they shoot at anytime. even on the fun nights.
I could see the terror and fright in your eyes Got stabbed by a shank maybe struck by a wrench Innocent bystander Wrong place at the wrong time I dont speak slander
(poems go here)The Power of gangs rule the streets... women in fear children mistreated...
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