Eyes I was blessed with eyes now its time to Start making changes, through my adolescence Growing up all I did was gang banging. And every night my Mama would Cry, praying to the Lord I come Back alive and not six feet. Because who could beat the streets When your baby is deceased, you Fell asleep to the cold fact that The man wants us locked up, dead Or sprung out on crack. Look at the truth it shows in The penitentiary its just a bunch Of minority getting old. You produce a seed but aint never there Now you got a bastard with a poor Single mother on welfare. What do you think hell do gang bang Sell dope just like the others do I wasted so much time in these streets And just because I gave you a pass And didnt whop your ass in two years I might be tempted to blast. Lock up thought you was real but In the hood the real get killed. But now I got new eyes Thank the Lord everyday I can See, no more lock doors in my Mind Im finally free, no more Dreams of the penitentiary I got Dreams I could be who I Want to be. -L Out, Santa Clara
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 05:37:21 +0000
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