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Koncept:
A bullet rips through the flesh of a young bird fresh from the nest//
Can you guess the message hidden in text//
because the bird is a child, you see, only three//
a bystander caught in the middle of a grown man fantasy//
surrounded by guns, silence and violence, that's all he sees//
playing in the streets he feels a pain then starts to bleed//
he screams for his mom because his daddy's gone//
but there's too much shit going on in the background//
stray bullets hits a kid, for what, a half pound//
I know this hurts but it's real life, listen to the sound//
of a poet at hart from the underground//
get up, stand up, take a look around//
I'm not here to preach, but to entertain//
but if I make a change, I'll still remain...true//
to my god, to my family and you//

Feedback welcome

Pillow:
yo man that was dope, nice rhyme scheme, deep also, much props....

M Dogg™:
Much props man. That was nice, and as you say... poetic. Sad to see a child like that... nice deepness connecting it with something else to show exactly how we take things. And good picture painting.

@Ss@sSiN:
nice key

bez:
Felt it dawg, kep droppin kidda!

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