This past year was a rough ride, Joking aside,
A lot of n____s left to do bids, and most done died
My neighborhood is like a ghost town with hypes and trash
The BGs got the hood hotWith whites and rats
The old folks is mad at us cause they kids is lost
How you expect for us to teach when all you did was talk
The trickledown theory but this generation of thugs
Ain't nothing like my n____s was when was hustling blood
It went from weed to cocaine, Cocaine to drank
Drank to handlebar, heron, x and crank
Smokin dip, plottin homicides, killin theyself
Butt naked waving pistols round the feeling of death
Got mama crying, cause she know deep down they needin her help
But he's a dead man walking, still she pray for his health
Why did Cory have to die youngI'm losing my friends
Fought the war against CancerBut he lost in the end
NOTE: If you can criticize artists when they say something negative, you can support them when they say what is positive.
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