Streets dreams, all my black people out hustling while i’m outchea making this poem to empower them
The vision clear now at first it seemed blurry
Certain people done told me that my voice is irritating
Being black is torture, you’re hardly born with privilege
And battling my demons, i hope i never fade
Show them the rights and wrongs, my mentality a gift and a curse ’cause i foresee alot of things
Now this ain’t no normal song
And i find a way to carouse as most of my peers do
I jus’ hope she thinks of me before she sleep
At night, hold me close i don’t wanna die
I jus’ hope she thinks of me before she sleep at night, hold me close i don’t wanna die
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