Another One Bit the Dust

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this is about how our young people are passing on because of their lifestyles. guns don't kill people, people do. gangs, drugs and the street lifestyle has destroyed many lives.

Submitted: October 20, 2006

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A friend of my oldest daughter was murdered this week. He couldn't have been more than 26

years old. This is the second friend of hers that has been killed in the less than 5 years.

Guns don't kill, people do

Kids now-a-day's don't have a clue

Little baby with a gun in his hand

Someone tell me, was this part of God's plan?

I don't think so, this is man's device

Our children, they are the ultimate price

You got your glock

They're a favorite on the block

There's the infamous Mac 10

With this, let the killing begin

Killing with a 9 mill

Means more earth for graves we will till

They don't realize how they cut their lives short

Killing, drugs and gangs, with death they cavort

Another mother sheds tears and has sorrow

Her son, now dead; for him there's no tomorrow

The price he paid, too high for anyone

For his family, the grieving just begun

Babies killing babies an old school song

The power of the streets so very strong

They think easy money and bling is the way to go

The next generation, is dying, a serious blow!

They're killing and dying each and every day

Not realizing that fate is with whom they play

This boy left a baby who'll never know her dad

The block more important than her, so sad

What do you tell her, when she asks why?

Can you explain why her daddy had to die?

The streets and materialism have stolen our kids

Our indifference, has let our family values hit the skids

You see it on the TV, read it in the news

The wrong path our children do choose

To lean over the casket and look in his face

My heart cried, "this baby shouldn't be in this place!"

I cry as I know the mother's do

There if not by the grace of God, would go my child too!

It's not dope, cool or whatever the slang

To be part of any kind of gang

Stay in school, stand strong, stand tall

So you'll have lived a full life when the angel's call

Don't ever put a gun in a hand that's young

You'll be ending their life before it's begun!

October 2, 2006 (6:52pm)


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