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I can hear the wicked shots rangin',
Hood stars on the avenues hangin',
You hear the sounds of the ghetto
and loose change in B.U.Ms[brothers under madness]
metal cups clangin',

That poverty noise is 1 of the hood anthems,
Bailbondsmen collectin' hood ransoms,
and crooked police we can't stand'em,

And we're fed up with continuous violence,
All the dark clothes reunions
Too many moments of silence,

And R.I.Ps are another ghetto sound,
It doesn't matter if you're
We need to put the metal down,

The penitentiaries call some in elementary,
They don't know at a young age & eventually,
End up locked down where jailed sinners be,

I've been a witness to many gun tunes,
They're gettin' shot on the spot
No more meetin' up at high noon,
Death hits the community like a typhoon,

The devil's the evil artist to start this,
He has them tryin' to prove 
whose hood is the hardest,
While innocent bystanders
are like movin' targets,

So I shed a tear for some better years,
This world is cursed
So I write a verse for every hearse
until my ears & my head is clear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/5/2015 2:14:00 PM
Getting images of West Baltimore with this. One of my favorite lines: "... dark clothes reunions".
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louis brown
Date: 4/7/2015 8:11:00 PM
They need to Make another "Wire" series and have us on the sound track
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louis brown
Date: 4/7/2015 8:06:00 PM
I appreciate the love, Rob and God bless you