Texas. Don. g. nutt. 59.poem.ghetto.life from the hood the streets very clearly understood the g. code in a ghetto boy like me reaping the name it's n. u. t. t. the one from the block mine not cop patrol hott shake the game ghetto hood fame they claim poverty in an outta life I wreck the verse scratch wickedly across the rhyme gunplay gunfire bulletts rang out shouts an screams even a woman's yell a few tears,,alot sadd faces some scared alot of footsteps shoes upon the concrete pavement sirens policeman then ambulances fire truck I'm from the ghetto hood the ghetto life the ghettos rock to bottom tuff rufff afro puff rage talking rap death row good stuff with my bad self. poem. ghetto. life. 8.20.2019
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