I found new life.
A new reason to keep on going.
I can no longer keep showing.
A side that isn't so bright.
Hanging out rolling to the liquor store.
Walking out with bottles through the door.
Rolling through the hood.
Just trying to see what's good.
Thinking nothing can happen.
Thinking nothing can stop me.
Until I came across the wrong motherfucka.
He showed how dangerous the hood can be.
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Author:
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