Not content with my surroundings
I take a puff from the indo
while watching my surroundings from my project window
I see pimps,thugs,tricks,hustlaz
fiends,gamblers and jackboyz who'll touch ya'
been this way for generations
apartments got rats,roaches and week ventilation
penetration can be bought for a rock
mothers give their children friends head,booty and cock
if it wasnt for rock alot of us'll be virgins
this include dudes you see pushing lexus and burbans
I'm living urban but do i wanna die here?
let me put down this blunt and come up with an idea
to escape this madness,kids get rashes from pissy mattresses
let strive for lavishness and stop living like savages.
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