Where I'm From

Where I'm from, the wind is strong and nights are cold.
Where many of us young ones won't make it to be old.
Where mothers are getting younger an dad's still disappearing.
Where poverty, guns and drugs are the things that we are fearing.
I really don't know how to explain.
You must witness for yourself.
Drawn to a life of crime, just for money and wealth.
With phony smiles and fake laughter, each day is a lie.
But we keep our head up...just to get by.
Everyday we wake up, hoping to escape.
But we must thank the Lord just to be awake.

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