Heavily breathing,


thankfully leaving,


the youngsta earning,


a name for himself.






Claimed I had lost a step,


talked big game puffed his chest,


called me out my name, the disrespect,


my blood, my tears, all Ive lost for this set,


same set he wants to have accept,


except


he just took his last breathe.










"Youngsta,
find you a reason to stay alive,
courage excites,
pleasure to the eye,
but know that I,
stand here tonight,
though I
may walk
with my head hung low,
try
to understand why.
When you see these streets,
as far as the eye meets,
I've fought for us,
on every corner.
I,ve seen,
too many...