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.GhEtTo StOrIeS.
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Po’s searchin’, it seems urgent//
Looking for 3 persons, slithery like green serpents// They step on the block with thieves lurkin’ and fiends thirstin’// For the hourly cocaine or weed servin’// Now these 3 persons are nothing but wee urchins// But steel’s bursting, cop is hit in his sleeve shirt, as he leans cursin’// C-O-P’s working to close the wound and keep searching// For these kids who just ran quick with knees jerkin’// Reinforcements keep lurching and the teens heard it// Ganja leaf yearnin’, got their chest wheeze burnin’// Can’t breath certain, as they rest in alley garbage ways// This is where having street knowledge pays// They think they’ve got away, but cops only a block away// Cock and spray, shot a stray, how long can they dodge and play?// The kids run up in the house where mobster's stay, askin’ to be lodged away// But not today, the mobs got a new shipment comin’ off the bay// So the kids leave and lock the gate as the sun’s going down// Lookin’ for a hideout all over town// Plus the chrome and pound needs to reload a round// Stomach croaking sounds, they pull the holsters out// But then grows a crowd, police pin the kid's shoulders down// Guns to their dome and mouth, as they're read their spoken vows// Rights to remain silent as they hold ‘em down// Young offenders get thrown in the deepest hole in town// |
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