Charles Kofi
Charles Kofi

WALKING - STREETS THE HOTBOX

WALKING - STREETS THE HOTBOX

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4 months ago

YEA I GOT MY GANGSTA WALK ON. AM IN THE ALLEY WALKING THROUGH THE HOOD. YEA I WALK LIKE I GOT A STICK ON ME. MY WALK IS ONE OF A KIND. I GOT THE WALK OF A GANGSTA. I PUT IN THE FOOT WORK FROM TIME. LEAVE MY FOOT PRINT BEHIND EVERYWHERE I WALK. SHAWTY SAYS SHE LIKES THE WAY I WALK. AM ON THE SIDE WALK TRODDING. MY MIND UNDER PRESSURE. AM HEADING TO THE CORNER STORE. WITH MY FOFO -I FEEL LIKE BUSTING RANDOM SHOTS AT RANDOM WHIPS. RANDOM PEOPLE, INNOCENT BY STANDERS FOR NO REASON. TRIGGER HAPPY. FLEXING IN MY POLO. ITS A TOUGH WORLD. NO ROOM FOR THE WEAK. FUCK AROUND AND END UP IN JAIL. LIKE A CAGED ANIMAL. ITS A DEMANDING LIFE. I SPIT IT FOR MY NIGGAS WHO ARE UNEMPLOYED. WHO DONT KNOW WHERE THE NEXT MEAL IS COMING FROM. I WISH I COULD RAP FOR FOOD. YEA I NEED SOMETHING FOR THE BRAIN TOO. NIGGAS WILL BUST SHOTS FOR A PACK OF SMOKES. WHY THROW AWAY A GOOD LIFE. WITH NO DIRECTION AND NO GUIDANCE. WE LEFT ALONE ON THE STREETS TO FIGURE OUT THE ROAD TO PROSPERITY. AM DAY DREAMING OF A SPORTS CAR. THROW ME IN A COUPE AND LET ME FEEL LIKE A TRANSFORMER. STILL DOING THE WALK LIKE TERRY FOX. I BLOCK AT A TIME. NIGGAS ON MY BLOCK WILL STICK YOU UP FOR YOUR GURL. THESE NIGGAS IS THIRSTY. THIS IS WHAT LIFE IN THE HOOD MAKES YOU. IN THE END EVERYBODY DISAPPEARS. SURVIVAL OF THE BEST.

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4 months ago

YEA I GOT MY GANGSTA WALK ON. AM IN THE ALLEY WALKING THROUGH THE HOOD. YEA I WALK LIKE I GOT A STICK ON ME. MY WALK IS ONE OF A KIND. I GOT THE WALK OF A GANGSTA. I PUT IN THE FOOT WORK FROM TIME. LEAVE MY FOOT PRINT BEHIND EVERYWHERE I WALK. SHAWTY SAYS SHE LIKES THE WAY I WALK. AM ON THE SIDE WALK TRODDING. MY MIND UNDER PRESSURE. AM HEADING TO THE CORNER STORE. WITH MY FOFO -I FEEL LIKE BUSTING RANDOM SHOTS AT RANDOM WHIPS. RANDOM PEOPLE, INNOCENT BY STANDERS FOR NO REASON. TRIGGER HAPPY. FLEXING IN MY POLO. ITS A TOUGH WORLD. NO ROOM FOR THE WEAK. FUCK AROUND AND END UP IN JAIL. LIKE A CAGED ANIMAL. ITS A DEMANDING LIFE. I SPIT IT FOR MY NIGGAS WHO ARE UNEMPLOYED. WHO DONT KNOW WHERE THE NEXT MEAL IS COMING FROM. I WISH I COULD RAP FOR FOOD. YEA I NEED SOMETHING FOR THE BRAIN TOO. NIGGAS WILL BUST SHOTS FOR A PACK OF SMOKES. WHY THROW AWAY A GOOD LIFE. WITH NO DIRECTION AND NO GUIDANCE. WE LEFT ALONE ON THE STREETS TO FIGURE OUT THE ROAD TO PROSPERITY. AM DAY DREAMING OF A SPORTS CAR. THROW ME IN A COUPE AND LET ME FEEL LIKE A TRANSFORMER. STILL DOING THE WALK LIKE TERRY FOX. I BLOCK AT A TIME. NIGGAS ON MY BLOCK WILL STICK YOU UP FOR YOUR GURL. THESE NIGGAS IS THIRSTY. THIS IS WHAT LIFE IN THE HOOD MAKES YOU. IN THE END EVERYBODY DISAPPEARS. SURVIVAL OF THE BEST.

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