Feel ure style do dress
Look at you what a mess
Wrong people so they
Can lecture like equal decepeles
Its only a rundown poor town
Blacks are the only who surround
Drug dealing and no disreguard to people cause they steal
They offer you but you go with the story that ure clean
And when the force comes down with a beat
You look see and feel the heat
Wrong doesnt turn most people into strong
Theres two sides and one I hide
You cant see me when Im fakee
Ure only half the reason I stay awake
Behind the glass and behind the door ure looking past
Stands a new character a different person
whos all about slang and cursing
And Istand alone because when I look back
Ilook back and say Im glad Im not hommee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem