Spitting Ebola Sit Coca Cola
on a Island Casta counting Yoda
inhale The aroma enjoying nature
lay back cool as a glacier
the life I was promise
footprints in the beaches
of st Thomas
is this real or a dream
cause where I'm from
a glock hold 16
My Block is filled with hoop dreams
and the walking dead
drug dealers making movies
working with feds
snitches turning into king pins
getting the block indicted
shooters robbers crackheads
nothing like it
this shit is real if it wasnt
I wouldn't write it
Streets is I'll Home invasions
the uninvited
haters in disguise Shaking your hand
praying on you demise
Stick up kids camaflag before sunrise
Slip a d get vandalized
gun you down run you pockets
that's what your life worth
I remember my childhood no worry
life was the best now I'm grown man
at 44 dying of stress
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