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WAR ON THE STREETZ
BY : praCh
where i'm from...broke'n gates and window bars,
perpetrate get regulates on concrete tars.
side walk chalk, tape'n up the crime scene,
rotten cops patrol the block of my streetz.
i see robbery in progress in broad day light,
all this negative surround'n me, it's hard to be right.
fights being fought outside the court room,
innocents gett'n beat down by the legion of doom.
goons and creep, freaks come out at night,
as the sun goes down comes up the guns and knives.
tweekers with fire power, endless ammunitions,
witness the final hour, second away from judgment.
weapons be use and abuse by the holder,
aim'n all confuse, let'n loose, games over.
fallen souljers who got burn, turn lost souls.
is it possible one day i'll met them at the crossroad?
who know what'll happen traps be'n set.
my conspiracy theory we're in the center of it.
people die over a buck, the government don't give a fcuk.
if you a donor, then the corners pick'n you up.
the rest is left to rot on the road.
it's just a little message who really in control.
tolls and tax make'n hard for us to eat.
with job cut back we're starve'n our self to sleep.
teacher illiterate, counselors throw'n fits,
students are criminals, principal an idiot.
my poetry paint pictures so i can show you,
the days of my live, what i go threw....
its a war on the streetz,
any body can die.
its a war on the streestz,
everyday suicide.
its a war on the streetz,
i gotta survive...
so i go to sleep with open eye.
from : Dalama..." the end'n is just the beginnin."
traX : # 12 ( copy righted 1999 )
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