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

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