drenched in sweat, debts have to be meet
no care for police, selling marijuana just to eat
no one that cares, just turned seveenteen
lil man is pent up with fear.
stuck in the years, his shame makes him duck his peers
all alone, no one knows the stress in his bones, and at times he weeps
hellbent on trying to find some sleep..
just unlucky is he, stuck in the chaos that must come to be
He sings in the turbulent streets tupacs ghetto melody
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Cause they don't give a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC