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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required in a room laced with gloom his beats boom he dreams of wreckin' the mike his momma's home she's alone a sad song she struggles she fights his lil' sis' is quite a miss but them fives they do dis' they women so bad but they alright except at night for fives will fight you know a drive-bye’s to be had in the ghetto he's a cello if he's yellow he's bound to get played his homies ain't no phonies they drinkin' forties and lookin' to get paid on the corner he's a gonna' take lil' Jack Horner’s fo' they Christmas pie sticks in his thumb pulls out a gun ya' betta' run son he's one crazy lil' five there's two sides to this lil' five he's full of jive and has a heart of gold if he jacks you fo' fifty don't give in too swiftly he's kinda' shifty he'll want fifty more his mom's on welfare nobody else will care some fives they do stare at his lil' sis on Sundays in church his soul he must search at night he does dirt a childhood was missed a baby born a bastard; things happen fasta' the streets might cast ya' in the role of a wimp a five from L.A. drivin' a six tre' crime it do pay wants his name on the blimp the U.S. government cannot prevent this adolescent from goin' astray not to mention juvenile detention just another dimension of the American way joined a street gang it's a ghetto thang playin' the dope game he's a thug fo' life original gangstas like this lil' pranksta' he can't wait to shank ya' in the heat of the night OG's got a mission some fives they dissed 'em pranksta' can get 'em it's initiation day the scene's a playground it's fin' to go down babies they run 'round looks like a foray closer and closer his heart grows colder gettin' bolder and bolder his nine-millimeter jams seventeen years old his body turns cold his last episode hollow points rip his ass a frontpage story didn't earn no glory nature was predatory really dug his profile he carried my name could not break the chain he lived in vain he was my only child
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