My Son
i remember when my son was 8 years old
he was a good boy
he would go out and find old tires to sell
so we could have something to eat
at the time it was hard four me to raising my kids all alone
with no one to help execpt my 8 year old son going out making money to give me
i love my children with all my heart they mean the world to me
i look out these days, you dont see 8 year old boys trying to help feed there family
instead you see 8 year old boys joining gangs and getting in trouble
i thank the lord every day that my son didn't join the gangs and get in to trouble.
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