This is What happens where I'm from


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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