LOST FRIENDS

                    We went from eating graham crackers, and taking 10 minute naps

                    To rolling and smoking joints, asking "what they hit fo" wit the craps

                    We went from studying school books and learning the golden rules

                    To hanging out on street corners, like thugged out hustling fools

                   But everything seemed okay, hell we were just ghetto kids anyway

                   We would hang out all night long, and sleep in school all the next day

                   Now I just think about my friends, the ones who couldn't come back

                   Ones the streets smoked up, like a crackhead smoking some crack

                                 Yesterday I remember us talking about our dreams
                                 But today I watch their mothers crying

                                 Knowing that not one of my friends ever dreamed
                                Of their mothers watching them in these city streets dying!

©2004 Thomas L. White III