Where I'm From
I am from violence
From fighting and murder
I’m from felitos best bodega on union
I’m from head up or shut up
I’m from you stay shut, you’re scary
I’m from where finding someone real is a problem
From fake to getting snaked
I’m from bloody girl laying on Hartford Ave
I’m from where girls my age are having babies
Boys telling girls ‘I love you’ for only one reason
I’m from if you’re facebook famous
Its better than real fame
I’m from drugs being sold on the streets
These drug dealers are your kids
I’m from bullets ain’t got no names so you
Can be gone in a blink of an eye
I’m from a little city Providence R.I
Anything happens in this small city
I’m from where you’re saying RIP to a close friend
Rip Justin you aint missing nothing much
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