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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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21 years old and I love poetry

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