Not content with my surroundings

Mon, 07/30/2018 - 18:12 -- lybron

I take a puff from the indo

while watching my surroundings from my project window

I see pimps,thugs,tricks,hustlaz

fiends,gamblers and jackboyz who'll touch ya'

been this way for generations

apartments got rats,roaches and week ventilation

penetration can be bought for a rock

mothers give their children friends head,booty and cock

if it wasnt for rock alot of us'll be virgins

this include dudes you see pushing lexus and burbans

I'm living urban but do i wanna die here?

let me put down this blunt and come up with an idea

to escape this madness,kids get rashes from pissy mattresses

let strive for lavishness and stop living like savages.

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