Levels
Til the day the earth decapitates.
No sooner than later than a earthquake makes the ground shake.
I... live in a community were you shoot someone and its no mistake.
This how it developes, You are born a Sinner and die the same.
When we possibly do dirt we all leave a stain.
Its Levels to this worlds natural habitats and causes.
And u have to grow up tough or become a example to tough loses.
See u cant walk before you crawl... or you would be more acknowleged
To be a young black nigga going to college and im being honest.
Now will u live to become 21? Or become a 16 yr old with a loaded Gun.
Fuck it son, Its Levels to the worlds natural habitats and conclusions.
You can still live a finer life and carry bruises. Im not Assuming.
Its Levels.!
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