Jordans on ur feet making you feel higher than the rest
You walk with a swagger on 100
But your attitude will get you hurt
You trash your city and expect change to come
Your pockets on E so you steal belongings that don't have ur name on them
You rant and rave because u like to hear urself talk
Dipping out on class is the way to go in your mind
You walk with a swagger on 100
Head on swoll
Attitude that will get you hurt
Boy you are a walking disaster
You trash your city and paint these walls
You ignore these cries and spit on floors
You steal from others and tuck ur braids in ur hat
Your swagger on a 100 right?
Criminal tatted mindset
Look at what you are becoming
Your attitude will get you hurt
You the man right?
Baby boy is this all you have to offer
Is this what you were born to do
Falling victim to the streets
The streets you use to run on as a youngin
Live by the streets die by the streets
Wrong
These streets are not who you are
They don't make you
If you fall victim to the streets they will eat you up
Young boy ur not ready for a life of destruction
I seen tears in ur eyes last night
You were not born for this
The streets are not bad the people make it a nightmare
Don't be another lost boy
Keep ur swagger on 100
Change ur attitude to get you outta here and be what you were born to be GREAT
(painting I found tht I love & fits my poem)
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