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Close to death

It was a dark night  
Streets lights were there to reassure me of my existence
As I ran with my shadow following me leaving foot prints on the floor  
Cop cars, sirens  
Neighbors knocking on my door  
Black chucks, blue laces  
I seen this happen too many times before  
Surrounded by red blood  
Spattered like the paint I use to tag up my name over the city  
The numbers 1994 tattooed on his leg  
Seeing my loved one laying there on the pavement  
I didn’t want to think he was dead  
The panic, the sweat and the tears  
This is what happens when you been living here for years  
Same hood, rival enemies  
Catch the bullets flying in the sky  
You’ll be lucky enough if you catch one and don’t die  
This life of mine feels like a dream  
A nightmare I wish that I could wake up from  
You know what I mean?  
Why should the life of this shorty have to be so rough?  
I’m looking for the way out  
Before I’m next then blaow that’s the end.
Written by Chicana
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2019
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