Coming from where I'm from, kids go hard for they respect, even would go at an older dudes neck, see me I didn't have to earn my respect, it was given because I showed my stripes as a leader.
Coming from where I'm from, these hustlers see their money stack, and the police knock, they still take the risk of going out again to pitch that product the street love to abuse.
Coming from where I'm from, my little sisters can't be outside playing during a certain time, because they would have to duck and run, dodging gunfire between the feuding neighborhoods or gangs.
Coming from where I'm from, a lot of good still happens, chilling with the old heads, joking and rapping, sunny days still shine on the "hood", barbecues, cookouts, girls looking good, I know I'm just blabbing but this just a little bit of my lifestyle. This all me, I just don't live the "hood" I made it out, I'm just another example of what good can from the "hood"...
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i like dis poem alot, i can relate alot....good work, u got talent as a writer, keep it up my dude
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