God bless these dirty streets.

Blood shed up and down these concerts.

Like a battle was defeated.

not knowing if he had kids to feed like his soul didn’t bleed.

carried out in the white sheets.

congratulations another person dead.

mommy’s crying children growing up without a male role model.

people wear their feelings on their sleeves easy to knock off please. These streets keep calling me

but I love my air I breathe.

Attempt to take that step yall just pray for.

see no money in my pockets digging in the ashtray for some smokes to chock

Cancer sticks what they call em.

Yea!! I’ve been their shoot at but I live to see another day.

That’s why I thank God for giving me this talent to make my on way

Need less to say the devil always in my corner

Strong arming my pride but to strong to cry that’s Y poetry became my high.

see when i write feel like I’m rich as ever standing on the stage.. bag up against the corner again but

This time I’m aiming to win

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