By: Fonda' Shanta' Soles
Two gangs living in the hood
each one thinking the other should
step aside, take a ride
to some other street, find a new place to meet
its a matter of rights
but the words and the fights
will only bring pain
where love should reign
and only the death of those who truly love
can lay to rest the strife and bring forth the dove
this is a true story we have to tell
in hopes that the peace of Heaven
wins over the violence of Hell.
by: Fonda Soles
Why is it everytime
that the fault is always mine?
Was what I done wrong?
If so, love is not something you postpone.
Everyday yall fussed
you would want to cuss.
Cuss at me
not for any reason
just to be
cussing at me.
It made me hurt
and feel like dirt.
But now I see
that when you cussed at me
it was the truth spoken
from your hollow heart.
Now I sit here and cry
and I often wonder why.
I wonder why
you treated me this way.
So tell me why is it everytime,
that the fault is always mine?
