Walking the block
where they all pack glocks
from boys to men
police to army
they all have your
one way ticket
to death
being buried
in your socks
like birds in a flock
My Uncles
always told me
inorder
to be the man
you have to defeat
the man
any means necessary
I thought
running around town
being bought
in their words
I sought
with no reality
in the end
I must defend
my circle
or go down
in hell fire
of bullets
facing death
like it was tooking
I realize
I wasn't the badiest
man alive
I took a dive
going up against
the boys and men
in the street
I wasn't thinking about
being defeated
their guns wasn't
as powerful as mines
I had them all paying me
every cent, nickle and dime
to live and dine
police or an army
couldn't touch me
it was like watching
a one man army
on TV
messing with me
It was my so-called
friends
I wish
I didn't ever met
We all getting locked-up
you know what they done
snitch
hoping for the best
facing the judge
they dropp down
a gave them(US Attorney)
what they wanted
to save their lives
for mines
they scarifice
me going to trial
I knew
I didn't have
no win
I stood strong
facing death
to the end
with them
so-called friends

LaRon Green Sr.

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