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The streets V.2
I write for the niggas who cry.
Who are soldiers fighting on the streets, willing to die.
Abandoned inside, left to fend for themselves.
These niggas who lied, then they are thrown on to the shelves.
These modern thugs are felt by those who have truly been lost.
My niggas fill the barrel with the bullet, and then they feel the cost.
They keep pressing the trigger even after the “click, click, click”.
Expiring just like bad provisions, these mobsters are killed with one big lick.
I take a look at my visions, and I stare at the crowd before my eyes.
They search me far and wide I tell them that it all be ‘ight, but Its just a lie.
Just like the tide, these niggas rush in and then they are out.
The little kids are weeping with out their mothers, I try to cheer them up, but they just pout.
I am the only one who can take control. I can make it all go away.
I will always keep this city clean, for I am here to stay.
C+C. And w/e... lol. I got permission fro runch to do this.
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I like it, I cant really relate too it but I understand it, Good job!
