He then thought about all of his gangster obsessions
And reminded himself that he felt no connections
So they chatted it up and gave handshakes a few
Little boy said he's in, and he down with the crew
He did have to go through a tough initiation
But said it was worth it to feel appreciation
He felt real proud and pulled up on his socks
Boys gave him a 9 and a handful of rocks
Mama was worried, but the kid just ignored her
Cause now he was out sellin' dope on the corner
His heart turned so cold and refused to show pity
Attracting crackheads from all over the city
Yo his pockets were thick while his pants would hang low
At the age of just twelve, he was picking up hoes
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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...
