Life In The Ghetto Part 1

The names rootz, hung with brothers that shoot thinking they're big on the corner saying gimme the loot.

They played dice games against walls and house frames, dreaming of starry lights bearing their last names.

We heard the bang, for a millisecond ears rang, Alert as eyes widened on every man.

We saw the flash, bright, my eyes consumed the light as my brain ordered my Iris to get tight.

We turned to flee, but heard the laughter of he, who lives just around the block from me.

The holder of the gun - one of us, a neighbors son, waving it wreckless thinking it's fun.

Probably thought he was cool, I thought look at this fool, Ironic the one holding is actually the tool,

We still gave him daps, each held the strap, felt sturdy, cold and deadly, Ill admit that...

Another day in the ghetto, they puffed last blunts and said bro, i hear Jakes we gotta go,

As we're walking away, I tell them aspirations to escape this place, finding...

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