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Life in the hood


Dreams are for the rich and the free Our only escape is in our sleep Err' your alarm bell rings & your back to misery Jesus resurrected & died for our sins but where to begin Ignorance is a pandemic Like the HIV virus ; it cant be cured Homies will kill you if you aint homozygous pure Black, Latino or white Death is inevitable itll catch you at night this is all realistic just google some statistics they dont even need a balistic knife supercalikushstistic just a head full of strife what happened to wakin up to fresh air walk outside & its kush in the air roll a blunt or two like whiz khalifa death will catch you if you aint a believa' niggas hating on other niggas succes Mbones getting shot just cuzz he blessed but your dougie will not be forgotten growing up in the hood aint nothing good They say your only escape from the hood is if youre a ball player but we aint just players we got different layers extacy killing our generation this is final destination Haters be talkin shit homie suck a clit for those who dislike me i dont give a shit not even a lil bit ignorance is a pandemic it cant be beat like LeBron of the miami heat homie go back to sleep
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