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Oct 2013
Have you ever seen brains pouring down the sidewalk?
Been so scared your next move could cost you your life?
Never dreamed about having no kids, no wife
When the only thing you know is fight or flight.

Do so many drugs that you can't think no more
Children ignored, women all ******
The only escape is the next time I'm high
get out of myself and finally fly

I dream of a world where the humor comes easy
things aren't so serious and me becomes we
But sometime ago the line had been drawn
whites fearing blacks and the neighborhood, gone

Suburban white girl, you've got a thing to learn
I don't get sad because the sadness burns
I incinerate enough with the trouble I'm in
either school or jail, I just can't win

It's all obligation, a survival technique
I intimidate them, their money makes them weak
I can't say that I would want to get along
I know what love is though, correct me if I be wrong

Yea I'm in a gang, but I ain't never killed a dude
I still feel ****, I still need food
So maybe my thoughts and actions don't align
I don't care for the segregation but I ain't tryin
For now, my words are to inform and make you think
Put yourself in my shoes, only then will our worlds sync
Peppy Miller
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Peppy Miller  Heartland of America
(Heartland of America)   
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