A Poem to My G's

This is a very old poem I wrote but the message isnt any differnt.

A Poem to MY G's
wat u gonna do to be blue,
to be tru?
wat u gonna giv 2 be
sumthin that ain't you?
'cause u out wit a gun,
n u killin' mama's boy
'cause u out wit ur knife,
u jux stabbin' at ur bro.
Remember on da playground//
wat baCc when we was young,
c^rip juxx wat u wanna be,
slobks ain't yet a memory.
N' den one day u get beat in,
the flag is flyin' high/ u proud,
but I jus sit and cry and cry,
my silence is so loud.

Now u ain't at ur daughter's class,
droppin' off her lunch,
'cause u out on da bloC,
throwin' one las punch.
So ShyMae ain't got food to eat,
she starvin' fer ur love,
you wanna giv her everything,
buh money's all u got.

So every night u out,
doin' work for the set,
and many nights u watch,
as ur homeboy'z bleedin red.
How can u liv a life lik diz,
where everythings a lie,
where babies drop in 2's and 3's
and mama's sit and cry.
Where heroine is happiness,
and blood is scenery,
where everything is crazy,
and life is juxx a war.
How many dawg's will die,
before u end diz bizz?
How many dawg's will die,
before u end diz bizz?