Remix Poem by damion willis

Being in a gang pays
A rear end whoopin’ lays
Carryin’ heat that sprays
That won’t hesitate to have you layin’ on the pave
Havin’ heart and being brave
It counts only for respect
But does it count when you got a coffin to select from
Shells penetratin’ through the dome
Leavin’ you in the hells or heaven where both angles roam
With only half of yo brain in a funeral home

Now let’s go back
How did you get there?
For talkin’ smack
About going to get yo gap
Not knowing the other man is already strapped
Now it’s a rap

Now let’s go back
When you were throwing up signs
All at the wrong time
Tryna hit sweet licks with yo game
Which is really called being deceiving and lyin

Now let’s go back
To when you was sellin’ drugs
And doing it yo self
Messin’ with yo life
Which is yo wealth
This ain’t no video game
So it’s hard to fix yo health
But the hustlin’ money feel good to have in yo pocket
Now hustlin’ for no reason is being greedy

Now is being greedy worth dying for?
I’m say, ” Nah”
For all I ain’t tryin to preach
But I got a lil’ knowledge on it so I’mma teach
This is the remix of these streets