Jersey streets the place were you can barely sleep//
Were every cat carries a gat and scarecly speeks//
were wars have been waged in the land of babylon//
and every nigga gotta crew and carries his flag along//
from red to black to blue to green to purple//
were niggaz scrap struggle and strive in diffent circles//
were compared to nine and a four five an AK is GOD//
were my niggaz threw blows with other and bigger squads//
and shot off rounds from something that only comes with a tri pod//
the place were I ran through crowds and in these buroughs I fought//
and all these OG's always had a something they taught//
from war stories to that 32 snub that they bought//
from scars to wounds and all them charges they caught//
the place were I lost a friend and a brother but then gained another//
the place were they locked up my father but I still had my mother//
the person I found strength in my mother who wouldnt let me suffer//

peice!