Thursday, October 11, 2007


by Keon

I am from the hood where we break wood
An everybody standin in the cut with guns coc back
Kids runnin around with no playground
And the cops runnin around putting work down
Everythin is moving good now
Until the police got a call sayin cop down.
I'm from a place where I feel like I ain't got no face
This place sometimes feels like a waste
In this place will I find a face
One day I will find a suitcase
That will lead me 2 a new place.

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