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hometown
I have grown to hate this place that I call home 
 It become a death trap 
 I guess that’s why they call it killa city
 My home has become the reason for murder rate 
 The reason why teens can’t stay alive 
 older than seventeen
 No role models
 Just these gangsters, thugs, wannabes
 Bringing back the past
 Why don’t they get it through their head 
 That gangs are over 
 So why do they try to revive them 
 Why die over some numbers
 And whatever they do with their fingers
 Proving statistics to be true 
 Letting gang activities come before 
 School activities
 Being able to get a tear drop 
 Before your diploma
 Repping sets before standing tall
 Goals are to kill them before they kill us
 No matter the scene
 This place that I call home 
 Is no home for the kids anymore
 Their parks have become a place to chill
 Groups of them like it right 
 Promoting violence
 And when did it becomes the kids choice 
 Whether or not the wanted to go to school
 When did parents lose their backbones? 
 This place that I call home 
 Is no home at all
 Just a place that happens to be their 
 Falling off the map day by day
 Taking lives, little boys minds, and,
  Young ladies innocents
 Grabbing civilization by the neck and
  Choking it to death
 This place that I call home 
 Environment is so wrong
 Mother earth comes to tears
 Producing rain that fails to 
 Wash the insanity away
 I don’t think that when god created earth
  He intended it to turn out this way 
 In fact sometimes I think that my home was 
 Blueprinted from the other side
 Please my fellow KCMO people 
 Don’t take offense to my words 
 It just that the pain inflicted in this poem 
 Is coming from these streets of our hometown
 Because that man shot to death in his car
 On sixty six and Monroe
 Was my uncle
 And two out of five of my brothers
 Are claiming these corners
 And those ladies giving up their innocents 
 Like its candy are my friends
 Don’t take it personal
 Just take it in
 I’m tired the downing of 
 Kansas City just like you 
 But how do you expect me 
 To take up for Kansas City
 When our representation
 Is so jacked up 
 When what is said is true
 When will our people open up their eyes?
 Face reality and stop blaming
 And start doing for our  home 
 Kansas City what are we going to do
 The solution lies in the mind of you

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