Hustled till he dropped dead,
Itching just to get that papers.
Hung out with those are bad,
Just wishing all paper chasers.
Sadly he chose the gang life,
Hung out with the worst ones.
Thankful he does not get knives,
Just as a killed lil boy death won.
I ain’t no hustler,
But I got major swag.
I’m just a truth teller,
My bravery full attack.
Didn’t kill for blood,
Loved all of my haters.
Just it’s a rain drought,
My bad did I won later?
Uptown and downtown,
My life I didn’t choose gang life.
Gangsters are all around,
My world I overrule it day and night.
Hungry for knowledge, not bloodbaths,
It’s my life I didn’t choose gang life.
Little boys all are drawn to bloodbaths,
Swagga off the leash blood drawn knife.
I ain’t Westside or Eastside,
I am who I am ain’t gonna change.
Nor Northside or Southside,
I ain’t shooting up like a gun range.
Don’t kill for the sad life of gangs,
Hunger for more knowledge overruled.
Didn’t jump off the bridge at close range,
I am not that swagga and I ain’t that cool.
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