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Talking about 1g chains,
always bragging how much ice on them grills,
saying this and that now tell me whats up with that,
street survivors,
shit I believe not,
just watch some BET
thinking shit is a harmony song,
have not been in the winter night freezing your ass, searching for something to eat,
stomach hurting so much
a piece a bread feels like a whopper or big mac,
hard dull noises at night,
they be the first been sang a nice sleeping song,
never felt a cold hard object upon there hands,
they have only felt plastic when they play there games, streets not bout who has the more cash,
who has gone through that
and can stand and say I give you propz maine,
shit ive been through that,
respect is measure
upon the true words and truthful sights,
not just remembering a rap video
and said damn I remember that,
been in the chaos watching them ammo past you by,
the great extreme feeling of watching your back,
you thinking when is it going to be my time,
clamming the street to who ever feels
is going to take your place,
talking to jane all alone,
shit then you go insane,
street like walking on your own
and at times the homies walk shoulder to shoulder,
fighting, bleeding, sweating for your own,
not having daddy and mommy pack up the lunch
and telling you to keep strong,
rosario of what ever object next to you,
praying to god, please lord watch my back,
hopeful he would listen
so you can go back home
and see the persons you love so much once again
