"stay on the right track!"

my mother wrote. son things ain't all good. in the neighbor' hoods conceal weapons. babies flexin. trigger fingers in sections. should you step in. the game, is not the same. buddies went and came. shits ugly. Elijah, I wonder if you've changed. your 👧 acting strange. by her tone. on the ☎ leave that 👧 alone. cause now she's in a different 🌎 of her own. I zone out. your brothers running about with different friend's. I 👀 them weekends. in a Benz. MY mind races. Graffiti lace the walls and staircases. a head bases. these are things my mother's faced with. from the basement. she heard shots. the word on the blocks. the super had a spot. but got knocked. tenant patrol called the. cops. from roof tops. hustlers regulate. move weight ' late nights. sirens and lights flash. a drunk driver crashes. bullets of an assassin. has a teen. on codine. shots ruptured his spleen. they hooked him to a support machine. these streets are mean. swore to my mom's no bull#$@. way these dudes aim today is crooked. never know when you'll catch a bullet....