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Its a place
With a face
That we all know
We went through it
Thinking to ourselves
Yes its all mine
This legacy is so divine
Ooo…look at him
He is so fine
Spinnas and jordons
Spittin game
And us not even knowin
That behind the tattoos and the dreds
All he wants to do is get us into bed
Then move on to the next pretty face
Yes, we all know that place
Its a war between two
The choice of red or blue
Losin sistas and brothas
Over numbas and colas
Just fightin
Not carin
If friend or foe
Not knowin which way to go
Until they pull out the pistoil
Now we at a funeral
For our homeboy whos dead
He was shot in the head
The police said
It was just another gang case
Yes, we all know that place
Skippin school and work
To smoke dope and weed
Poppin that E
Thinkin we cool and we free
From our problems and misery
But we aint
We stuck
We lost our reality
To dealers
Thinkin they thugs
For sellin drugs
To a ten year old
Whos runnin through life like its a race
Yes, we all know that place
Goin through commiten crimes
Doin anything
For just some dimes
We wouldnt get caught
Or so we thought
But this last time we got caught
Locked up
Wishin we were never involved
In that burglary
Robbery
Or high speed chase
Yes, we all know that place
Its a place
With a face
That we all know
We been there
We done it
Now we ready to go
We sick of bein played
And dealin with this pain
Lookin back and feelin foolish
Askin god,
Why did we do this
Why did we go to that place
With a face
That we all know
Im sick of the streets
I just wanna go home
- by dizzybeans |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/25/2010 |
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- Title: The Place
- Artist: dizzybeans
- Description: This is a poem about all of the places that I have been and never want to go back to.
- Date: 09/25/2010
- Tags: place
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