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MY BLOCK
Contributed by
devon
on
Thursday, 29th January 2004 @ 10:45:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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on my block its either shoot or get shot everyday you hear the sounds of a glock if you look outside you'll see somebody sellin rocks i think to myself its gotta change but we do what we have to do just to survive the game half of us dropped out to get a job the other half decided to robb i did both cause nobody would hire me and when they did they found an excuse to fire me but thats ok i still sell dope we live on a block of no hope the only thing we know is guns, rappin, and coke its a block full of talent thats not goin anywhere but we dont care and we not gonna shed a tear we just gonna live life pack the glock, weed , and the knife yeah i see some of us gettin married and havin a wife but not me i like to live freely and a wife means trouble cause they might not kill me but she get popped i thought i give yall a little insight of my block
holla
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