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04-26-05, 06:05 PM
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welcome to the HOOD!!!!!!
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Come Follow Me... Through this concrete jungle. ...Feel the poverty burn at your soul... the gun shots humble..hustlin coke sells ...one man... one word... Spoke trapped in hell... ...Now come follow me... through the land of the heartless... ...walking a path of broken glass... children are targets ...So cold... no soul... Spoke travels on... regardless how hard it gets.. to the battles won as early as thirteen i thirst cream my first dream was get momma out these projects by all means living off welfare medicaid health care hell yeah im tired of living like every things well here! im tired of the robbin sprees,drug addicts and drive buys im tired of P.erpetrating R.elying O.n J.ust E.nough C.ash T.o S.urvive the smell of urine in these damn halls ,they piss me off fuckin drunks leakin puddles by my door..go piss in stalls look at all the graffiti on the walls,im fold now or later its crazy, niggas got the nerves to roll weed in notebook paper and a lil girl just got rape last night,by 2 dudes on the top floor why they sex her for.. if it aint they wife..my hearts sore she sombodies daughter ,sombodies sister..could of been some bodies mother, but they disfigured her members round here colors will get u killed,gangstas askin who u bang fo so much gang activity if they could theyd pop at the rainbow and make skittles,the pain fizzles when i think of shit i been through and withstood,Its a wonder im still good as i peer through this widow im starin at despair and distress wrapped up in flesh coppin hope disguised as coke wrapped in plastic in the apartment across the way famine and pestilence grabs at kids being neglected as they stumble across a murder weapon they run around wit a dagger faster and faster,til they heart pounds death sits and cheers wishin the one with the knife would fall down and embrace the blade, God knows im waitin for the clouds to clear up and grace to blaze my way cuz i ached for so long i cant take the pain.. i wonder how will i spend my last day I feel as lamb led to the slaughter Jesus paved the way.. will i die peacefully,or will i be a martyr sprayed by stray bullets that lost they way....Either way Come Follow Me... Through this concrete jungle. ...Feel the poverty burn at your soul... the gun shots humble..hustlin coke sells ...one man... one word... Spoke trapped in hell... ...Now come follow me... through the land of the heartless... ...walking a path of broken glass... children are targets ...So cold... no soul... Spoke travels on... regardless how hard it gets.. to the battle is won
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