Walking the block <br />where they all pack glocks <br />from boys to men <br />police to army <br />they all have your <br />one way ticket <br />to death <br />being buried <br />in your socks <br />like birds in a flock <br />My Uncles <br />always told me <br />inorder <br />to be the man <br />you have to defeat <br />the man <br />any means necessary <br />I thought <br />running around town <br />being bought <br />in their words <br />I sought <br />with no reality <br />in the end <br />I must defend <br />my circle <br />or go down <br />in hell fire <br />of bullets <br />facing death <br />like it was tooking <br />I realize <br />I wasn't the badiest <br />man alive <br />I took a dive <br />going up against <br />the boys and men <br />in the street <br />I wasn't thinking about <br />being defeated <br />their guns wasn't <br />as powerful as mines <br />I had them all paying me <br />every cent, nickle and dime <br />to live and dine <br />police or an army <br />couldn't touch me <br />it was like watching <br />a one man army <br />on TV <br />messing with me <br />It was my so-called <br />friends <br />I wish <br />I didn't ever met <br />We all getting locked-up <br />you know what they done <br />snitch <br />hoping for the best <br />facing the judge <br />they dropp down <br />a gave them(US Attorney) <br />what they wanted <br />to save their lives <br />for mines <br />they scarifice <br />me going to trial <br />I knew <br />I didn't have <br />no win <br />I stood strong <br />facing death <br />to the end <br />with them <br />so-called friends<br /><br />LaRon Green Sr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/facing-death-with-them-so-called-friends/
