Yo I once knew a boy who was destined for fame
But his mama was broke and his pops was a lame
Wasn't gettin' attention, wasn't feelin' no love
So he grew up with dreams about bein' a thug
It all started off with a plain, simple fantasy
But ended in more of a dark, bitter tragedy
Back then he would walk up and down ghetto streets
Nervous yet calm as his heart skipped a beat
Kid thought he looked "tough" strollin' by in the projects
Not realizing he was an upcoming prospect
An O.G. walked up to him, doin' his 'thang
Said, "Boy, how ya feel about joinin' a gang?"
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Shawty
Short StoryA quick little tale about a kid from my old hood. The streets reeled him in like a fish on a hook, never daring to let go of his once promising life. Last time we heard, he was doing some serious time in jail. Sometimes, I wonder how he's doing. Mos...
