Iight this is wat goes down in my hood.

In the streets of Portland Maine//
There be gangstas,playas,and dogs tied up in chains//
If you ever come `round here u betta bring bullet-proof vest//
Before the gangstas but a hole in ur chest//
Drugies behind the houses sellin marijuana//
While dem rich fools in der house listenin to Nirvana//
Playas on da porches watchin da ladies go by//
Tryna impress the gurls and tryna be fly//
All dem tied up dogs be barkin as u roll by the house//
Ready to chase after u like a mouse//
While everyone has a different life//
My life is bein critized...just like bein stabbed by a knife.



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