My brother needs a son like Polo G in my head pictures, like the Monalisa Monalisa, darkness in my eyes golden streets. This in the Ritz painting the streets, the wrapping in the common streets stolen, beat you think the Ritz, rapping, jeez, whistle and dreams, robbing people‘s dreams, doctors in my head, and the greens swell nickel, cars, music, and nickel. Helping hand account or handles everywhere and all the gang no one is gonna touch my gang. SunnyBoy understand Australian this thing exercising gang I saw him again never learn he got it in los Peter Pan. It was Peter Pan the drugs got inside his head turn the same shit different days different hours. The brothers soon you got some thoughts, and my brain is saying shirt and a green shirt and leave it Bros streets my really doing my best Mum I’m losing really sleep overdose on the streets. Only 14 and out of my hands on my arms, I’ve been nothing shit I never seen shit I’m size and crackers in the streets missing suicides and crackers in the streets of shit manner and I go on my head hit you just one of my brothers lips You just want my brother is gonna get a blood in your lip. It’s a lot of games are in my street would not getting Evers game shirt is gang signs everywhere. My hood everywhere everywhere and my gang shit area game shines in my area.