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City streets
City streets
Gritty city streets each one unique, where only strong survive and bullies prey on the weak,
They are where I cut my teeth, the original outcome looked bleak got involved in the drug trade early living week to week .
I look around now a lot of shit has changed most of these kids want notoriety and the name, quick to use a gun or a knife instead of their brain. They see older heads, flash clothes and cars talking about moving weight, not ounces but keys and bars.
Failed by the system , dragged into gang friction ,some never had a choice it was a pre defined decision. Some let a crooked system decide their fate, I tried to get out before it got too late.I narrowly ducked some time inside, because my whole family looked at the judge and cried.
I thought I'd move forward and get right passed it, but the lure of money pulled back even faster. Should of paid more attention in school, but I was too busy joking and acting the fool.sometimes I look back with regret,but the final chapter ain't written yet,slowly moving forward,restoring some order,i ain't doing it for me it's for my wife and my daughter's.
These city streets are a designed to corrupt young minds from country to country I can see it all the time, working class estates where citizens are treated like isis, armed up,given drugs and left to their own devices. governments are creating systemic slave,trying send us to jails or early graves.
This ain't a conspiracy theory,I just wish some of these kids could hear me and know that their life don't need to be so dark and so dreary,that they too can escape the system, if they take a step back and they listen. It all starts with a conscious decision,to break out of the invisible prison, because that life ain't for long term livin and the justice system ain't so forgivin.
from Coolock to crumlin the murder rates they are Doubling,the government don't give a fuck while the gang warfare cauldron is bubbling,take a quick look around at all of the families this shit is troubling.
I know the money is great at such a young age, but do you really wanna be brain matter splatter cause to them you don't matter when your face is spread over some fuckin tabloid front page.
I don't know how you can't see what's next, you've got five mates who all wear a vest, for them the end is so near but for you it's unclear, a world wrapped up in fear, can't hold nothing dear, because by the time I hit the end of this verse it could you getting hauled off in that hearse....... damn
ŠUrban Wordsmith.
Gritty city streets each one unique, where only strong survive and bullies prey on the weak,
They are where I cut my teeth, the original outcome looked bleak got involved in the drug trade early living week to week .
I look around now a lot of shit has changed most of these kids want notoriety and the name, quick to use a gun or a knife instead of their brain. They see older heads, flash clothes and cars talking about moving weight, not ounces but keys and bars.
Failed by the system , dragged into gang friction ,some never had a choice it was a pre defined decision. Some let a crooked system decide their fate, I tried to get out before it got too late.I narrowly ducked some time inside, because my whole family looked at the judge and cried.
I thought I'd move forward and get right passed it, but the lure of money pulled back even faster. Should of paid more attention in school, but I was too busy joking and acting the fool.sometimes I look back with regret,but the final chapter ain't written yet,slowly moving forward,restoring some order,i ain't doing it for me it's for my wife and my daughter's.
These city streets are a designed to corrupt young minds from country to country I can see it all the time, working class estates where citizens are treated like isis, armed up,given drugs and left to their own devices. governments are creating systemic slave,trying send us to jails or early graves.
This ain't a conspiracy theory,I just wish some of these kids could hear me and know that their life don't need to be so dark and so dreary,that they too can escape the system, if they take a step back and they listen. It all starts with a conscious decision,to break out of the invisible prison, because that life ain't for long term livin and the justice system ain't so forgivin.
from Coolock to crumlin the murder rates they are Doubling,the government don't give a fuck while the gang warfare cauldron is bubbling,take a quick look around at all of the families this shit is troubling.
I know the money is great at such a young age, but do you really wanna be brain matter splatter cause to them you don't matter when your face is spread over some fuckin tabloid front page.
I don't know how you can't see what's next, you've got five mates who all wear a vest, for them the end is so near but for you it's unclear, a world wrapped up in fear, can't hold nothing dear, because by the time I hit the end of this verse it could you getting hauled off in that hearse....... damn
ŠUrban Wordsmith.
Published 18th Apr 2019
Author's Note
I wrote this because I've grown up and witnessed the changing face of my streets, kids getting involved in stuff worse than I was at when I was that age. I hope that some of the message in this might be seen by kids and it might make them think twice about the life choices they make or are about to make.
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