I been driven lately wrecking watching the world move slow I'm greatly diving my mood sedately occupied look at the inside of me I died watching spies it's hard to decide from the world how can I satisfy a culture its too much homicide , less money how can I provide for those in need though I bleed just like every born seed do I succeed? How times catch me how can I proceed bullets blasting with lighting speed is my conspiracy is what I studied is it true that's the way I'm buried , in these streets hey .... Dead bodies cover in sheets went from athlete to rap beats watching different stories got me trying to compete with these niggaz on the streets
Never put me In defeat words being repeat in my head a lot niggaz dead praying before my head touch the bed , every night niggaz die on sight so its a fight to live in survive pray that I stay alive to see my kids grow get old start they own show but that's if time move slow

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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...