At only thirteen what a beautiful thing God has made

He was the essence of his mother’s beauty of an African queen

His father locked up selling and doing crack cocaine

He didn’t listen ran off into the streets

Watch his mind grow into a rage of violence and deceased

His friends used him for his high intelligence mind

So we wait for time to see how this boy builds his body and mind

He works on the streets for six months

Then it’s finally time

What do we find?

A little boy with a gun in his hand with a mind of tortured soul and addicted to a life of crime

He learned his values on the streets at an early age

Watch for the police

He doesn’t come home

No sign of him around the home

Daddy’s acting crazy-“Daddy’s Just a Little Boy”

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