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They Call It Life

Is It Right?
Same mother, different hustle,
[/font]To the dude who killed his brother,
[/font]Did she love em? Kids with Struggle,
[/font]Getting double, from that who judges,
[/font]Trying to be the back bone
but [/font]Missing muscles,
[/font]About Twelve Years Old,
[/font]Serving life, no parole,
[/font]Pulled out a knife , then the 5O�s shown,
[/font]Pleading innocent, but all his momma
[/font]Seen was a delinquent ,
[/font]Holding her sons last images,
[/font]Then sent him off like a delivery,
[/font]She was lost in her memories,....[/font]Trying to erase what she was remembering,
[/font]Picture this, a life loaned because,
[/font]Momma's gone, Drama's home,
[/font]Just refrigerator with pictures drawn, Misfit grown,
[/font]Utensils spawned, 1,2, [/font]Hit the Phone
[/font]�Did Something Wrong�....[/font]Later the kid was zoned,
Front door,[/font]Pistols armed,
Still had father�s crystals on,
[/font]Blanket on too, �It�s a Kid Don�t Shoot�
[/font]Questions from the warrant crew,
[/font]Badges escorting to the burnt coupe,
[/font]Asking what he done wrong,
Its not even his fault, They take him to the striped car,
To force a confession and put him behind bars.
[/font]Now tell me, Is it Right?
[/font]But some call it Life.[/font]