Living On The Streets

One cat had foes whack wanted the clothes off his back
Gave sudden expression by strutting with aggression the act
Was foul how they attacked his style, walked the street got stalked
A heap, the scum was miserable but it had become visible as he fought
To survive and got caught in the vibes of crime which was designed
To vary in the hood and bury the good it could only lead to jail time
Needed a burst of affection headed in the worse direction with a fail mind
Wasn’t a diligent student belligerent never prudent his way was blind?
He was bussed to school plus a fool to raise thinking he can thrust
Bullets and rule, time to face facts crime taste whack he must
Find another way gunplay is not a fun way to success trust
Me yall, faced twisty strife a very busy life used bustle
When he hustles for doe, what’s the deal with this guy no muscle
Figured the gun was a real good buy didn’t feel he would die
On the streets face up as a disgrace and corrupt pusher man so try
Again, dressed in a slick tux he tried to stick up a bank, dang
This affair was lame a airplane must’ve buzzed his brain
The cops came aimed and shot the lame just like that a brother slain
Use to roam all fake in a home by the lake alone and hate grew
Inside and now he died with no pride another name to carry true
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