child involvement in gangs
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The teachers keep on sayin
There’s a red white and blue dream
But the only red and blue we see
fight round that white man referee
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
Hearing the helicopter all night
woke up the next morning wanting to ride my bike
my good friend just got into a fight
So we head to the streets at the break of daylight
kids growing up wanting to be heard on the mic
There’s a rhythm that haunts me.
Ssssssssssssouth Siiiiiiide,
Represent,
And die.
I hate the color blue,
I hate the color red.
My eyes are blue,
My blood is red.
I hate myself.
