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Street Life

Click click boom and your brothers gone Sittin at his funeral knowin he aint’ do nuthin wrong Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time aint know where to start Messed around, got 3 bullets to his heart Grandma on a breathing machine Take all her breath just to tell you she loves you, make you wanna scream Scream and pray to God why you? How to get out of it, what you gotta do? Sleeping with ak’s and pistols under your bed Cause you never know whats going through these sick peoples heads Auntie Cindy just found out she got a STD Daddy out to kill that hustler when could he be? All this weight on your shoulders cant even sleep Im far from hood but understand he streets, call on me 10.21.10

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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