Hood Life
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0Gunshooots in the moring thats my alarm you see.
Condoms and bulletshells at my feet.
Women selling their body that what we kids see.
Blue and red lights never stop flashing.
People yellig and crying cover your ears.
People without homes and begging for chang.
Is this a dream land or hell just begin.
People calling for god (hear thier cry) so i ask you can survie.
This poem was written/submitted by Tavis Peek.
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