For the young niggas who's hard headed using guns thinking its fun
In the hood the homies ducking fire in the woods from the other niggaz in the next neighborhood we run up stuck in the sham hearing the police sirens another gun busting screaming got damn , as a teen the homies played with guns niggas thought it was fun pointed the gun up to the sky somebody lost there son ... The fear in the teens eyes left him dead on the concrete on the street by a building located on the side ... Scare to go outside young nigga committed homicide the thoughts in his head got him thinking suicide , as the sirens flash the window I knew I had to tell my soulja story .
Caught up with handcuffs screaming nothing in jail can be this rough , living hard head will have you dead enter the cell wearing all red ... As the cops go to his house in do a wide open spread searching for the gun that kill one of the neighbors son the neighborhood do to ... no ones seen to find the proof interrogation room should explain the truth , as he sit in the cell speaking to the wise look at his eyes cry knowing what he did he could no longer get any tries ... Welcome to the mat a soulja story
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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...
