I have seen
A battle between the same kinds
At the age of thirteen n fourteen
Forget about eighteen and fifteen
They play with machine guns
Like the marine
And they can be so mean
Coz they have seen a lot of crime scene
Not big TV screens
They know nothing about protein
Coz they roll down the streets
With that slick sixteen
There is no race but a virus (T)
So if you cross to the wrong way
You fly away
And it will be the opposite of your birthday
Please Sir don’t speed down the way
Coz they might be someone lying helpless in the highway
At parties
We don’t bring deejays
Coz any minute can be a doomsday
There is no safe way
So you better run away
Still words play in my head
Why do I have to run away?
Weather day time or meal time
It is still crime time
No play time
I swear it is time to search for peace this time
I will give it a rhyme
And I swear I don’t wana be on the prime time
If I had one chance
I would delete the 90’s
And bring back the peace time
Let’s change
No need to hate
Coz well all meet as Somalis at the end
Please Let’s Think
Poet of The Streetz (P.o.s)
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