Hearing the truth focus to get it out the roof my words pour on the youth backsliders hide from the truth here's the proof , open eyes got lost in the wild so many astray as a child I push the miles with no smiles do I wreck in the wild don't touch a ghetto child , they look with no support trying to get the stress away smoking a pack of Newport's easily back away try to be about sports looking for any comfort but I'm heading to court , misbehave got me trap in a cage back in my early age had problems so release my rage trap in war as a teenage look at them fight we was engage , focus on the crime but we was lost trying to go back in time writing words so check for the rhyme these ghettos times get us every time .
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A Hero Of The Streets
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