::12:06:07::

::: A Taste of Our Reality :::

Missing the puzzle piece
got brains missing the piece
three bodies a day at least
what ya’ll gonna do when this innocent blood spills
and we murdering each other
and that’s what really kills
got the same color skin
with the same stain of blood
what we gonna do with this crazy gun flood
I’m crying lost tears for the disappearing youth
bodies drop from a lost soul searching for the truth
were all confused mistreated and used
I’m trying to figure where to place a finger of blame…

Is it turf beef, internal grief or society’s game
everybody screaming just remember my name
but what’s their aim
they’re throwing up their fingers with their twisted signs
but don’t nobody take a minute to read between the lines
people are loosing their lives
performing on the government stage
Youngins’ got it twisted think its cool to hold a Glock
but then before you know it time is running out on their clock
got so much pressure on the block
so much pressure on these blocks
go feigns stealing and teens pushing the rock
they say I got my block on lock but what does that mean
instead of holding down a block
hold onto a dream.

Written by: ~ Chyna Black