Something Im Workin On.

Fidel Castro

When you come into this world, u can’t help it, where your born/
some of us have to live life on the streets which are war torn/
young and innocent you don’t know no different/
hearin sirens and seein squadrons of 5-0 wiv a arrest warrant/
knockin down the doors lookin for the bust/
the streets crowd round to see whats the fuss/
mothers young and old cryin their hearts out/
the feds lookin to see if they can catch the criminals out/
goin away dishearted without their drugs/
facin the savage abuse of the women of the thugs/
everyday of the week, I see something happen from my bedroom window/
usually drugs deals or people getting robbed for their dough/

when I turned 5, I just started skool/
Innocents makes everything seem so cool/
seeing dead body outlines was the norm to me/
I’m sure others use to fink I watched too much tv/
the older you get, the more people you get to know/
most of the time it’s a good thing, but sometimes it ends up bad thou/
when you’re a kid your exuberance is at its peak/
playin with the others kids from the estate, seven days a week/
thru the extremists heat and winter sleet/
kickin ball, playin adolescent games in the street/
adolescent games, suddenly start turnin to petty crimes/
copyin the big boys, who we look up to at the times/

Exzes

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