!The Mirror Reflection Of Life!

"Lost To The Streets"
Written By: C. N. Young

A place he called home...

Where it all began...

All they do is get drunk and yell.
They get smoked out
day in and day out.

They beat me for a reason I know not.
    Sometimes I even whined up laying
        in a hospital bed. The pain they
          put me through I could always
                feel.

When they're sober they're not
quite so bad. They even
spend time with me
then.

One day I woke up with a borrow
    of a gun directed in my face.
       Flashes of death shot through
          my mind as right there I
              knew I'd die.

That was the day I packed my
clothes and never said
good-bye.

I thought I'd done everything right.
    I brought them A's. I did all
        my chores. I always did what
            I was told. I was a good
                kid.

But nothing was ever good
enough I presume. The
day I left I never
looked back.

"Temptation"

I was homeless. The streets was my
    home. I have eaten out of garbages.
        I was dirty. The pain grow deeper
          and the more excruciating it got.

One day I was offered a rather
strong drug. It was said
to make me feel
great.

In deed it did make me feel great.
    Although that person never told
        me how I'd feel when the drug
           wore off.

Yeah, the drugs dulled my pain
but it didn't take it away.

My body ached for more. So I got
more. I started doing more drugs
to take away that constant pain.

I was falling fast and there
was no one to catch me.

"Live or Die"

One day there was a driveby
    and I was shot twice. A
       bullet to the adormen and
           a bullet to the back.

That day I died. The doctors
revived me.

I had always wondered what
would wake my parents up.

The day I died they had
finally opened up their
eyes, although it
was already
too late.

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Lost To The Streets