Lost looking for my cousins I'm out of time making words rhyme try my prime out lost in deadly crimes check the scene change my routine to make it fuck a magazine been making words rhyme since age fourteen , my lyrics wording got me ripping through these hard times like a gelatin sword check them scream knowing my dreams have me awaken full of themes , if its true why all my screws undo lost of clues got me chasing the news , why phonies look confuse I hustle so I could never lose wanting bigger values never let them get me niggaz plot I resolve the issues
V2 . written letter to jails for young black males to prevail once release from the cell a living hell , a twist for my kind a black kid who lost his mind he'll be quickly to find , the juveniles no longer fear the cases that they'll be facing its the money they'll be chasing , rather have they're pride the heart they'll be hiding look at the world sliding day by day niggas die these ways ,
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoetryPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
