I'm a ghetto Starr looking for fast car I'm scarred not for life picking up a knife ready to fight what you might find that's what you get bleeding out pick up a nite stick rolling with my click wrapping our enemiez in plastic my life is not fantastic be the weed they asking taking off my mask like luchadores stay real too my core I must watch the land stand up in recite my plan to be the man.
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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...
