Held hostage by poverty
Tired of being played a fool
Black male with nothing to lose
Living life as if not being afraid of death
Running from red and blue lights
Can't turn back
Being chased
Refusing to become a victim
The game has taken too many
Being viewed as a criminal
Trying to avoid becoming an inmate
Taking chances others won't take
Swallowing the pain
Holding back tears
Blood falls
Writing my history in it
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