****PSA ****

This is PSA ...........

MURDER, MURDER

There was a murder today, and my heart cries, because another child gone from the hands of a another

Not sure of the things that lead up to that event, but my heart goes out to the family , the father, and mother

Several things go through my mind, and several emotions have just made me think

I remember the days we would fight another to get our points across, but this new age handle your business shit stinks

I got beat up a few times, pissed off a couple of weeks, but then was able to bring my ass back to school

Would not even try to get even, I got whooped, I healed, then I was cool

But not these days, these punks feel they gotta MURDER, MURDER a person to feel like a man

Or like they gotta feel like they are the bigger person, but its senseless, I just do not understand

Give me some boxing gloves any day, and lets do what we gotta do

I got body shots for you all day, and if I get dropped, I just get laid out, giving props to you

What rights do we have to take away something that we did not give

Who gave you the authority to make the decision if someone should die, or if they should live

There was a MURDER, MURDER, today, and as bad as the punch of this poem may sound

Just as bad as it sounds seeing the words on the page, that is just how real this BullShit is around town

Parents have it tough, and although I am not a father, my heart goes out to the multitude of you

Please keep your kids lifted up in prayer, lead them, guide them, ask our Father in heaven to help you

Accepting Christ as your personal savior is always available, it is never too late, it is so easy to do

There are some that will concentrate more on the profanity of this poem than what is being said to you

Well, it is not to late for your simple minded judgmental ass either, neither is it too late for you

I will start off the prayer, for the murderer, the liar, the lost, the saints, the Christian sinners as well as the confused

Pray for these children, they need the old time traditions back, to all adults, God is counting on you.
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