I grew up with no father so the streets showed love,
I was a thug, clean T, sneaks, and slugs,
From the slums, we were grinding so the heat gave hugs,
Rubber groves concealed gun powder, prints and blood,
It was fun having no job young with bud,
Old cats bummed, philly blunts rolled, and rum,
Where I’m from, hijacks and our best friends were guns,
Pop your gums, get knocked off, robbed for funds,
Where I’m from you can be poor and still rich with love,
Although we didn’t hug, we still flied tight like doves,
Where I’m from is the west side, the 100 club,
Where you from may be different so express your love,
Where you from?

 
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