Face

I’m facing a day where they wage war.

But can’t feed people without stores.

In a day where the middle man used to be just drugs

Now they take kids bodies out in designer rugs.

When they could gave those children love and hugs.

Fendi, Gucci, Prada. These things make me holla.

Babies dying in and over threads; text is after con better get said.

Forgetting the unforgettable is the new stable of the tale told by the hunter.

Spreading and dividing conquering through lies burning family ties.

Breaking family trees limbs.

Just facing generational worldly curses.