street kites.
let the beat ride,
never let the beat die.
just a shorty, grew up on the east vibes,
throwing up them beast signs,
no longer on the Eastside.
shorties killing shorties, they don't even know why he died.
since the 80's,
this beef been hereditary.
born into a life already varied.
shorties killing shorties like their ancestors dead and buried .
options ranging from penitentiary,
to the the same old cemetery.
living like a thug ain't fair see,
better listen as I reveal the truth like Bloody Mary.
© rossdops
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