Note to self; lend a hand, help. There are many with nothing in the inner city; gritty. Eyes intensely looking for whatever life brings. Seems like on the east side everyday is a fight for life; crackheads, 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. Lion heart.
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.
Blackhemmingway~2014π
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Blackhemmingway~2014π
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