Will they blast run from the crime scene fast is it my last .... Breath here do I fear when they coming near running away I will appear , floating in the air my people scream knowing it ain't fair I left the justice unlawfully they can't bare my enemiez run people knew I come rare , lost running from holes niggaz shot took they final blows ... Screaming sights people watching the show left me alone on the curb trying to get home , how fast can I walk hearing people talking coming near do I fear run like this my last year .
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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...
