by David I Beckham
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Danny left his house to go rob the coffee shop for some weed in his newly formed latin neighborhood
His hood has being getting bigger and bigger by the years
Teen sex is gettng up, pregant girls all over the years but who cares
Anti-abortionsit cry foul to any legislation that will make medicaid pick the tab
So we stuck with poor families without access to birth control, no education and income gap
Danny aint about to fix this, he has had enough with this government
In his heart he had determined that he was ready to bleed
The world as he knows it, is filled with greed
School is for the smart ones and didnt teach him how to succeed
Politicians and leaders everyone is in on the deed
The price was the people and they were getting screwed over indeed
He had lost his job, his house, and his finance
Now his wife and family are without health insurance
Danny, like most of us, has been watching the Health Care debate and is baffled at the public ignorance
His wife lay sick in bed with cancer pain, the kids home sick with the H1N1, and no assurance that
She will get the scripts she needs to fill her medical marijuana that makes her pain good ridance
But the guys on Capitol Hill arent interested in you, they are interested in big lobbys and their pay severance
Much the same everywhere you looked
Big government spending
Danny was armed with a gun, not a heart anymore, and was ready to die
At the shop he looked over the faces he might never again see in this life
He reached in his pocket, grabbed the loaded gun by the hand grip and thought about his wife
Miserable and in pain, she was. The thought of his dying young wife, sickened him with hives
Heart pumping fast , Danny reached across to Jose, the man behind the counter
"My wife is sick and dying, "she needs some weed to help with this painful encounter!"
"If I dont get some, we are all going to suffer!"
"My life is misrable you see, but please, dont tempt me!"
"Dont waste my time either, gimme what I need"
Nothing in his life had prepared him for this day and definitely not for a life of crime
Abandoned at the church doors at birth, by age 12, Danny had being through more than 12 foster homes in his time
Life in foster homes isnt something sublime
He made a life for himself, married himself a wife, bought himself a house on a subprime
Till the bank came and foreclosed when he couldnt afford to come up with a dime
Perhaps the best thing he will do this day is die
Word gets to the street that the shop is getting robbed by a black man
The latinos get outraged and rush to the store with a plan
Jose hands over to the man with the gun his livlihood
Tension has always being high between blacks and latinos in this hood
He seen the weapon and knew in the heart of the crying man was good
Shoots ring out, but the man in front of the counter wasnt listening, he wasnt in the mood
In the shop everyone is on the floor and scared for their lifes
One man reaches for his phone and starts to text his family good bye
Danny makes it out alive, no blood, weed in his hand and his wife in his eye
Jose lay in his own pool of blood
Aimless shoot by armatures, the wrong guy is gunned down cold. What are the odds?
A society savaged by its own inventions, this murder is bringing gun talks back to the table
Some on the hills are saying "NO" while our families are dissapearing, what an irritant
It so happens that the guy behind the counter is an illegal immigrant
He is still alive at least, "Quick get the operator!"
But what rights does he have to a Doctor, isnt he uninsured?
They debate on the hill
So many lives we loose we can't refill
Join the debate, because, we the ill and suffering need our lives back
Our jobs back, our houses back, our voices back