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by Carol Davis Oct 22, 2005 category : Life, society / meaning of life
This yard so full of violence we all can't see good in this yard. Where we once stand in this sand with a brown tint, now we stand here in red. Some of us hide, some of us cry, and some od us do crimes to scare others into crimes. I see this young child in the sand with tracks in her arms, she didn't know that this was a drug to kill. Black and blue is for you, red and black is for this gang I am with, I am black and blue from this hit I took from you. I knew I was with you, but now I want out from this gang what do I do?