Rap I wrote.

I was born in the hood
lived in the worst ghetto
tried to live life the best I could
went to school one day eyes all blood shot
people Keep asking me “you been smoking?”
Nah another shoot out last night no sleep!
Momma sitting at the front door gun on her lap
wishing for a n**** to break in.
Found crack in a sack
behind a burnt down house.
Tried to sell it to provide food for my family
got caught by the police gonna get a long trip.
Spent two days in jail the day I entered, and the day I broke out.
Got home momma kicked me out the house now I’m a reject.
Living on the street, forced to join a gang
guess momma didn’t fear the fact that she might have to bury my no longer breathing body someday.

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