(pistol go pop)

#Criminalelements the pistol go pop murder on my bloc the bloc is hot bring the yellow tape and the caulk,come with me lets take a walk and talk about this madness misery and sadness i wanna live what are my chances wish i had an answer turn the page back a few chapters how i turned out cuz many factors 1111 step forward two steps backwards growing up poor fucked with my mental drug dealers killers my mentors like it was yesterday i remember there was no joy no splender so confused like put ina blender making my way to school in shoes worn theu pants in tatters blue and red flags like banners the police kill like dont matter when we see em coming we scatter stuck between heavon and hell jacobs ladder as i get older my situation gets sadder best freind gets gunned down i can still feel the blood splatter watch his familys life shattered the ghetto has many hazards too young to see the danger not to young to feel the anger just statistic gang banger with an itchy trigger finger single mother no father figure they call me a wigger high on weed gone off liqre childhood gone ina flicker so many problems solved the bottom the Sacramento river in my hood death is a permanent fixture while the rich get Richer hord there gold and silver watch slither like snakes cant look me in my face ima catch a murder case no finger print or footsteps to retrace want me to say it fuck you to uour face fucking waste pf space