the block
i am from the block where bangers hang and slang
where the names remain the same but the faces change
where people die every day from gangs in the street
where people hide away to escape the heat
where beef is beef it turns coward to chickens
where old people talk but the young ones dont listen
it will always be the same it will never change
then again this is the block where i hang
where the names remain the same but the faces change
where people die every day from gangs in the street
where people hide away to escape the heat
where beef is beef it turns coward to chickens
where old people talk but the young ones dont listen
it will always be the same it will never change
then again this is the block where i hang
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