"Unheard" Calls for Help - @Kingfrom97
I have heard and seen it all
From murders to suicides
To impregnated mothers who beat up, stomp out, and choke their drugs
Until they are too high to realize that the truth lies.
The truth? “Everything is alright.”
That was the lie
I live in a city where there will be plus 15 murders by tonight
Even where the sun seems to shine the brightest, a dark sky seems to keep haunting us
Gun and liquor stores on every other corner
I feel like I am trapped in a movie where the genre is horror
I fall asleep to gunshots and wake to balling mothers
I fall asleep to gunshots and wake up to an older brother with nothing but revenge on his mind
searching for the motherf**cker that killed his little brother
Visions of boarded up windows, empty gun shells, and yellow tape in framed in the back of my membrane
Last night I had to explain to this kid named James that his daddy was shot in his brain and he was never going to see him again, no way he could process this level of pain
I know my mama always told me to never use the lord's name in vain, but GODDAMN this shit is insane
Don’t ask me if I’m mad, I AM PISSED.
It’s like Iraq out here, I had a little boy approach me with a 9 and he was only 9
I asked him “why are you doing this little man?” He answered “I thought you were going to try to take what was mine.”
I asked “What would I take?”
He answered “My life.”
At this point I lost all hope
or was it because I sighted my old friends slanging dope
You see this ain’t no joke
Just when i wrote that line a little girl got hit by a stray bullet while playing jump rope
It seems to keep occurring to me “either people don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about what’s going on in the hood.”
But while I’m sittin’ here contemplating the fact that I might die tomorrow, people outside this war think it’s all good
The war is at home, not overseas, it’s right here in my backyard.
*PAP PAP PAP* RIP Tyree Harris(Chicago), 18, shot three times in the back while playing cards
How can you solve others problems when we have yet to solve our own?
30% of these kids don't live to see their days fully grown
Because either they don't see the sun at Solar noon or they don’t live past 21
Shout out to all of those who represent :power: in our nation, from Brack trickling down to the courtroom in town
You’ll finally see the turmoil that you heard about when the sun goes down.
This isn’t the voice of me
This isn’t the voice of the struggling kids in Newark, Chicago, Detroit, Oakland, and even New Orleans
I did not write this, the kids in the slums did
They just had no one to tell it to.