Poem -

My Generation

I Live in a generation , where anger is all you Got 
waking up to a late night shot 
where Love never Existed 
and Visions of the past haunt you down
where offers of drugs never get resisted
waking up to a late night frown 

I Live in a generations 
where the only thing you can love is a gun
where blood is the color you love to see
and killing each other is fun 
a home where happiness can never be
&& The word " WE " 
you can never believe 

I Live in a Generation 
where Mama a Crack Hoe 
and Fathers they Don't know 
where girls no older than TEN 
busting down for grown as MEN  

I Live in A Generation 
where all teens do is smoke WEED
having babies they cant even FEED
I Live in a Generation 
where there Cant be no LOVE without Sex
Girls bodies have no RESPECT 
Boys having them go home with hickey on their Neck
she's Pregnant he scream i REJECT 

I Live in a Generation its all about shoes game if without the new Jordan you are lame even though ya all the same I live in a generation where all test scores are negative HIV tests are Positive.  I Live in a generation where  we're all being defined by our skin color  Black are Ghetto White Are Spoiled  
Where Males Are Not  Afraid to bleed taking in bullets like 1 2 3 

I Live in a generation where teens walk around with scars because violence is their answer. where they street is where they go to find peace. Where the street is where our love ones are dying because everyone is turning up 

WELCOME TO MY GENERATION 

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