From the projects to the treys. I have seen some wicked ways. From a boy to a man been blessed to choose where I stand. From day one through fifty years a ghetto child conquering fears. A man amongst men bruised, battered and scarred where nothing comes easy when your playgrounds the boulevard. The days of 4th & T I got paid to be a lookout while hoes turned tricks in the alley and kept their wigs intact. For you square individuals the turf that I am describing was called the track. With that being said.....listen to this mans grind.
Posted on: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 09:26:07 +0000