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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
Copyright ©
devon
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2004-01-29 10:45:01] (Date/Time posted on
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