Living On The Streets
This one cat had foes whack wanted the clothes off his back
Gave sudden expression by strutting with aggression the act
Was foul how they attacked his style, walked the streets and got stalked
A heap, the scum was miserable but he was visibly timid at thought
To survive and got caught in the vibes of crime which was designed
To vary in the hood and bury the good it could only lead to jail time
Needed a burst of affection headed in the worse direction with a frail mind
Wasn't a diligent student belligerent never prudent his ways was blind?
He was bussed to school plus a fool to raise thinking he can thrust
.........................Who should he trust..............................
You see it's time to face facts crime tastes whack but he must
That is me ya'll..I faced twisty strife a very busy life?..I used bustle
When I hustled for doe, what's the deal with this guy?..I had no muscle
I figured the gun was a real good feel but I didn't feel that I could die
On the streets face up as a disgrace and corrupt moving bricks..I'd try
Thinking if I'd dressed in a slick tux and tried to stick up a bank..Dang
This affair was lame a airplane must've buzzed and bruised my brain
Use to roam all fake in a home by the lake alone and hate grew
Inside and now his mind died with no pride another name to carry true
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