The School Yard

by Carol Davis   Oct 22, 2005


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?

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