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to live and die in ny


to live in die in ny where brother is trying to fatten their pockets brothers is hustling for cash it's hard to knock them everybody is doing their own thing keeping their heads above water and make sure they don't drown from all the jealous envy and rage going through hard times worry in faces shed tears to those close to heart what was a friend is a ghost in the dark that can cast evil thoughts to your heart if you allow it get smoke by a reckless fiend who shatters a broken man's dream a hard lesson court cases keep guessing plea bargain is no longer an option no reason to no longer be stress it costs more to be free than life in the pin making more money just by exorcising curse words learn how to think ahead and be two steps ahead of everybody else its that the way to really live in this day in age, its normative nobody doesn't want to see beyond one surroundings yet the cycle of violence rages on like transformers fighting in cybertron to live and die in ny is where it all started its the city that never sleeps in constant danger in ny, can't get no stranger full of drama like a soap opera but live, up close and personal watching the ghetto birds fly away where i observe too many clowns getting three strikes heading back to a cage where it symbolizes no freedom for them, that's home for me, it's about living life the way i know how to live i smile i don't write to people when they ask for pictures i live in ny that's full of fun and women better learn the code ethics of life and death stop biting off everything and you will be alright i love ny like i love women every dude in ny want to be a thug just need to relax and get a hug we may argue amongst each other but at the end, its about seeing the bigger picture to live and die in ny walking through the bronx see people of all never standing tall laid out flat on the floor with a corona on one hand and a bogie on the other traveling through 3rd avenue see gangs of all color waving their flags showing off their pride but in all reality, they are cowards in which all they do is hide have no business being in the hood i'm definitely not in any mood to start any trouble always remember keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer to live and die in ny
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this poem came from the record to live and die in L.A by the late 2pac wanted to recreate my own version of this particular piece

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