By Yasar Jamil, also known as Tupac Shakur, who is 17, lives in Keighley and spent a week on work experience with the Keighley News.
After all these murders I've been thinking about my death, I fear for my last and final breath.
I fear for my safety on the street, maybe there is not enough bobbies on the beat?
May be it's just the community I'm from (the police like to blame and like not to be blamed) or it could be my age.
There's a lot of people who feel like this because everyone goes through this stage, every one's heart is filled up with rage, but are scared to speak, they fear to talk, even let a little feeling leak.
The world is moving fast not knowing who I am or how long I will last. When I'm dead I will lay in my grave, that's the day ill stop smoking, finally I will never have to crave.
When I'm gone I will never see you again, I will lye on my own in my grave, in my dark little den.
I wonder if I'll just rot away or I wonder if God has a life to spare, so I can live again to love and care.
On the other hand I'll probably be lying in a stack of dead souls, as the angels look with disgust upon the increasing death tolls.
Why are these people killing each other, nobody cares about their sister neither do they care for their brother?
When I'm dead I don't think ill get far, not even to the smallest star. Wherever I go after death, will I be thrown or will I fly, it doesn't matter now, its too late to cry!
I want a caring wife and a nice family for life, it's a creepy mystery. How will I die -- by a gun or a blunt knife? I can see my self in my grave with all the spiders and deadly snakes taking my body to pieces, God!
Bless the prophet Jesus, he went straight to the Lord, no pain, but he left this planet without leaving a stain, because he was a good person, no intention's to do wrong.
When I'm dead there will be no coming back; wherever my death takes me there will be no dope, no crack, no fighting and nobody to smack, just resting in peace watching my love increase.
But it's too late now to love because I am sitting here very high above where no one can hear me, to see me, feel me, tell me, hug me, love me.
On Earth there will be one less of me.
When you're gone, there will be no drugs, no hugs, no money, no cars, no gold bars, no family, no girl friend, no gangs that bling, no chains not even a plastic ring.
Life is hard to create, life does not have to end with a best before date, and lives are thrown away easily by money and hatred.
Just think how it would be if you weren't created, now you're here keep your life clear and you have nothing to fear.
While I'm on this Earth I want to work for my respect. If I'm working for it then that's what I expect.
I just want people to know and think I was a good human and that's the way everyone should be. Please look after your life that's my only plea.
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