N.E.W.A.R.K (A.K..A) Brick city, by *Broken Wings* Subscribe to rss feed for *Broken Wings*

What comes through the darkness is nothing but fear.
Screaming & yelling through the halls I hear. Stealing cars
& smoking weed are the things they do. Are willing to
sacrifice their lives for you. Cops & helicopters you see
sometimes now. Rolls of thunder are how they always sound.
Haters & trouble makers are the ones we fight. We ain't
going down our game is tight. Bloods & crips killing
innocent ones. Using whatever their razors, chains or guns.
Little kids without shelters. Mom and dad doing whatever I
don't understand why this is going down. God didn't put us
on this earth to fool around. Girls wanna fight cause they
see you with their boys. These girls ain't nothing but these
boys little play toys. We are living in a city with nothing
but problems.  We're gonna keep having them unless we try to
solve them. We are supposed to be helping the ones that are
in need. Helping them get back on track so they can succeed.
Parents are suppose to help their children to become
someone, help them to reach their goas. So they can see the
balance of life. We are suppose to be the future and the
parents are supposed to be best. But we are living in Newark
a.nd we're settling for less. 



By. Katrina Fluker
Posted: 2013-11-15 18:16:49 UTC

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