3 Gangs, by Golden Ghetto Kidd Subscribe to rss feed for Golden Ghetto Kidd

The bell rings, nd he has to walk alone to da neiborhood,
dis is where he got his courage, kuz the rout to his house
is pretty hot, its hot in the hood,
Go trough a hood of three Gangs, evryday is like the same
nightmare, but there is no room for fear,
They trough their hood with their fingers, asking what he is
doing here,
but nothing of this is new to him,
And most of them as old as him,
All of them, have knives,
It did not fail, its like he dreamt it happend twice, 
Knife out nd fast asked what he rep, 
He sayd nothing 
While the rest circle around him,
And one of them says to leave him alone
that he recognises him from school,
and he still has to pass by two gangs
like seven criminals look for him, 
A car pulls over,
shotgun to the back of his head
That he looks like a contrary
They ask what he is doing in there hood,
adrenaline pumpping, he answer homie i live in the corner
I been living ther for 13 years,
And they just leave laughing
he is left alone thanks to his heart, wont accept fear
Once in awhile yu heare bullets
If u dont have courage here is where you grow some
Evry now and then u see fights
More time passes nd its just harder
police dont come by much at nights
time u get used to it its your luck
eventually they dont mess with u they say wat's up
Posted: 2013-04-03 02:43:40 UTC

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