Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Ghetto stories

You know some folks say
words are only heard by screams
see living in suburban neighborhods is only fiction
everyday I hear shots bullets with unkown names
dirty cops thristy for green
trying low blows for american lifestyles
Youu know I use to believe I could make a generation change
like doing a difference would make a change instead a 12 gauge shotty exit spaghetti
brains 32 shots 1 for each block miss with a 38 special or automatic glock reload magazine for two area codes
spots I fear for myself not because who area but scared of the ghetto monster consuming me into what I am not
I remember once...you know back in ole days
moom used to cook sunday dinner & for moments life seem
endless until my step dad came to our apt drunk and carrying a knife
stabbing mother twice once up in the head other down in the chest
I tried the hardest to overcome him but i fell short into his fist
so once you ask how im a living i'll say life a bitch instead of me fucking her shes the one whos pole
ram into my hole now tell me!!! this ish isnt truth imma real O.G THRU END THRU
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