This is What happens where I'm from
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People are dying
Mothers are crying
I don't think I can survive it
the block is hot don't you hear the sirens
call 911 cuz they shooting again
I haven't lost any homies they all go to the pen
lock down in return for glock sounds
after a body has been shot down
the corpes get buried 6 feet in the ground
I couldn't go that way
that's all I have to say
me standing out on the block? that's not my day
I'm probably making music
Or so far under the influence IDK what I'm doing
IDK I have enough to take a gun and shoot it
but stabbing ain't out the question
cuz my hood is like sex strap up with protection