Treasure Island

Aynton Clemmons

(Leland N.C)

Cuzin`s


Steert is all you no
Gangs is all around
From all sets
Crips, bloods, Latin king, Deciples
There all about the same thing

You was my Hommies
Locked up your not anybody hommie
Oh no wheres my hommie
Family no family hommie no hommie
Your my blood cuzin but you put da steert first

You was my family
You was all i had
You took the bullet out da chamber
you was my hommie

locked up i called
I needed my hommie
No where to be seen
Thats my Cuzin hes a hommie

Submitted: Monday, July 02, 2012

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