Sunday, June 21, 2009

This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it.

'til everybody come home.

Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon.

Sip from the star, sun and the moon.

In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers.

Stick-up kids with no
conscience, leavin victims with doctors.

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