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My woman had done gang macs in the past that scorned our child,
By gang, the kimole had been broken as no tears left now,
How is it that every young adult affiliates by gang,
The nature of following the parade of those who hang,
I am not a member, but a token to see the earth,
Gang life here is an inner city birth,
My woman is ashamed she met me too late,
But in youth it is peril to question the faith,
Many men have set in stone the report of the gang,
Only surburbia can hide the evil name,
In it they take pride of renouncing the news,
Young people die true as regard to the blues,
Big gangs sit there the entourage of the champions,
While a single mother scrape plates in tune with the master,
A gang manipulates play by separating boys from men,
As a mother desires to have more than her common friends,
The fact remains that the fire is lit,
Gangs have more power to get early on kids,
I’ve seen the aftermath of the gang’s end,
A family’s heritage behind the fence in the pen,
Cant say I didn’t tell U there would be no reward,
Master of today, Master of tomorrow.
