life in the ghetto
here is a rap kinda old......sentence to life for the murder i committed trippin on my peers cause they said it wasn't worth it what the f**k was i thinking pulling on the trigger homie pulled a gun so i pulled on that was bigger, the shells hit his body ruptured his f**king chest i thought i was a gangster i thought i was the best now i regret the choices that i had to make i could be on the streets rappin and jackin getting paid, living in the ghetto we know theres no glory so we paint a pretty picture to tell you our story vision a house with no food and phone then maybe you'll see what its like in my home
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