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Topic: You Have Been Scouted Into A Gang.. Describe Your Life And What You Had To Go Thru, And The Struggle Around You..
Slowly on a rise, never folded for pride
I’ve knock more blocks then a piston fried
All visions aside, whether business r life
I was in more fights then Prison riots
Growing up son, never had the easy button
I had my hands, had 2 Believe in something
I’m speaking of Paramount yea we strait stomping
Between the cities, Long beach and Compton
My best friend’s mom was from the rival gang
So when we kicked it, she be acting strange
I found out one day, b4 I ever banged
I was walking a then ledge of Surviving the game
I always stood tall, even when I was knee high
Never caught feeling much, that’s how I carried my pride
We was cool for awhile, until late one night
A car pulled up, then she call him inside
Next thing I knew, bullets was off my way
I dove behind the Plymouth, but didn’t dodge the stray
I knew who did the dirt, but didn’t speak a word
And if I retaliate, you know she was first
It wasn’t easy work, but shit must go down
Put a couple underground, soon as the dusk hit town
Now I’m on edge, like I was looking over past
On my free way, but no souls will last
So this life is rough, but my path been reached
Put fire to words, and the Ghats will speak
Yea My acts are bleak, but the trash is deep
Tackling all enemies, my traps been breached
Like the black of sleep, I’m a Tackle manage
Now I know to watch, like my back was handed
I been planned it, My task has landed
If I’m going down, I’ll be a masked bandit
Forever lasting impressions, every hood I been too
I’ve watched my words, If I could sense fools
And I trust no man, I keep a lot of secrets
Mostly one ways so, No drops could reach us
Gotta watch those leeches, and watch those preachers
I put holes in wood, so My blocks the deepest
But it’s not all easy, shake you up at times
When the bullets fly, you Hardly get up by nines
Feeling Stuck at times, it’s all corrupt crimes
If you don’t make it streets, they thug it in rhymes
Yea I done my share, got a couple g rides
Flamed a couple of sofas, like seeing Street fires
But nothing held up, im still out not jailed up
Every time it got hot, your boy just Bailed out
Most parents just talked, Couldn’t reach the kids
I’ll leave it like this, and just plead the fifth
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