About Me *Explicit*
From the city that thrives on violence
Yearning for change
No one is marked with innocence
Everyone stays in their own lane
Where a child's life can be cut short by the pull of a trigga
And ain't shit free but still scream free my nigga
I came and opposed the norm
Going to be one of the few out the hood
Fighting against the storm
I love my city don't get it misunderstood
Always got it with me so dont get messed up thinking all is good
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