A son that rises to brighten the day
as the sun sets, stay away from they
so called friends do not want to see you win
when you stumble, watch how quickly they grin
This life is serious, no time to play games
think for yourself, don't end up in chains
a real friend sticks closer than a brother
teach right from wrong to value each other
Media actions has ruined young mindsets
false musicians will put your soul to rest
robbing and killing just to think it's cool
boys staring at white walls, looking like a fool
Be great in life, no reason to settle for average
hop on yourself, eat your own carrots
there's only one life to live, don't become a clone
eat your own meal when being pitched a bone
- Author: Martice Buckley (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2017 19:09
- Category: Children
- Views: 13
Comments1
Sick ass poem homie. This is the minority reality. Check out my poems if you could, I'd greatly appreciate it
thanks bro!
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