IN My City
"In The City"
City full of oppression
Youth dealing with depression
Families struggling
Young men Hustlin
Trying to make a way
This is life everyday
Either you make it rapping
Or fall victim to the streets
Kids picking up hear
Instead of being in School
They in them streets
No love at home
So on the streets they Rome
No money for Bill's
While other kids live in the hills
We gotta worry about not getting killed
Scared to walk the streets at night
In fear of getting in a fight or
Getting shot
Either you In the streets or left in a
Cell to rot.
Scared to make it out
Lords knows I want out
Of the ghetto because its hell you
Either end up dead or in jail.
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