Note to self; lend a
hand, help. There are many with nothing in the inner city; gritty. Eyes
intensely looking for whatever life bring. Every day is a fight for life, crack
heads, drunks and thugs seeking the Christ.
Men jumped in;
gangsters. Ducking: running when one time was after us; all night fights, Loss
of life, in my back pack I had to at least pack a knife.
Shooting it out like
in the 30's; the gang closes to me was the Rollin 30's. I am intelligent with a
humble heart, but I'm still an og and if it really came down to it I will
spark. Lionhearted
Momentary sadness:
ill craftiness. I and I are one but I still exist.
Speaking spirit made
in his image. The Gangs, dope, pimps and hoes. I had to experience this.
It is who I is and
that's the biz.
BlackhemmingwayÏ€~20124©
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