So there's a boy walking down 6th Street His hands and his pace don't match his quick feet Frequently shattering his shins from the instinct Phillip Lentsch - Class of 2018 Of sliding down slippery wet winter concrete His eyes flash to the drums in his ears Boppin’ to a dope beat His mind reminiscent Of a fleet-footed dream In the sweaty summer heat He shifts his gaze And tells himself to keep moving He doesn't have time to swim in his fantasies He's just tryna help his momma make ends meet. This is the story of the boy that lost his way This is the story of monumental potential That fell through like quicksand Last year There was a sexual assault not too far from where I lived Three suspects were shortly taken into custody in the days thereafter Following in the wake of empty screams And nightmarish PTSD One of the boys charged was only 16 The police couldn't even disc...
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