Streets Of My City Poem by alex andreev

Streets of my city.
That’s a pity
I can’t go to meetin’… with ya

There be streets of gangstaz and creeps
There be somebody kissin’ lips
There be dark of deeps
And ya must get a clips.

Russia be country
Where ya mustn’t fear gangstaz
Russia be country
Where be betta to fear cops
Cause ya know
They be like a dogs.

They ain’t like gangstaz
They be type of monstaz
Ya think ya know police,
Ya think they be givin’ ya cheese,
Yeah, but this cheese from ache
So taste it please.
I wanna blow my trees
A little, just to blow
But they said no:
Ya must feel row
It be just russian law.

I wanna be with my babe
I repeat: maybe, maybe
I be get a money of my neighbo’.

This death's dealla
be my killa
and I stilla
wanna strike
Hate ya cop,
ya ain’t fella
Ya be phat
without bike.

Ain’t ya my brava
And know only my mava
Bless me to cava…

If you are brave and strong
If you are cocky and long
Try to understand this slang
And go to Russian night streets.


It is devoted to guy who has been killed by employees of Russian police in 90th years
(this poem with elements of Ebonics)