trish colletti Oct 27, 2009
I want it. I need it.
1 of 1
Itís something I must have.
Feaning for this game
Like a crack-head in rehab.
Orange flags, blue flags,
What do it all mean?
Is it me addicted to this hood
Life like crack for a dope fean?
I donít understand
Why I canít get it right.
Is it cause Iím like a crack-head
Refusing to give up the pipe.
Many excuses for what I did,
From where I came and what Iíve done.
The only difference from me and a crack-head
Is he has a pipe and I have a gun.
Weapons of destruction
Being past amongst each other.
Why instead of helping the black man
I would kill the next brother.
Gang banging, dope slanging,
Crack smoking and shooting-up.
All trends of the community
All of us never gave up.
Itís kind of hard to stop banging
When you have been doing it for so long.
Like the streets to a crack-head,
The streets will always be your home.
No matter how much we try
A lot of us fail to succeed.
Like an old wound pealed
Itís only destiny is to bleed.
Some wounds can be healed
And some just canít.
Some addicts will admit their fears
And some just ainítÖ
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