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  DESE HEAH STREETS ARE KILLIN’

 You betta watch out for yo’ chillen’
Just last week I saw mah friend git blown away.
He had just left his girls house on a Saturday !

He was shot because he would not join the gang.
With friends and family he just wanted to hang.

What kinda world is this?
When you can’t live yo’ life with bliss?
The man says you must sell drugs to yo’ own kind,
 or die because he wants to control yo’ body and mind.

No longer will I bow down.
Buck the Boss man I’m ready to git up off the ground !
I’d rather make a stand,than live any longer as less than a man.
Dese heah streets are killin’,so you bess watch out for yo’chillen.’!




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