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Group Home Kid

What you know about going out
no food in your mouth no food in the fridge
put in work to earn stripes for the right to not have to fight
as a kid
stay protected
 
group home brothers 
looking out for one another
backing up each other

system kids can you feel me
stay rowing the boat until they kill me
this is the real me

fake mc's will get straight dusted from the pain i been through
its sharp like a ginsu
hope i don't offend you
not going to pretend to

be something i am not
like a crack dealer on a block
or a killer with the glock

i will admit i know how to use a shotgun
but not to kill someone just use it for fun
shoot the cans on the log
not hurt no one
 
its the way i aggress to release the stress
stuck in the system doing my best
to pass their emotional psychotic test

beat my fist to my chest 
screaming oh yes i am the best
and i expect nothing less. -TA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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