My demographic is under attack
Gentrification of neighborhoods i wouldnt recognize if i went back
Only memories of running free through the city streets
Me and my ragtag gang of friends, the fun never ceased
With my own eyes i witnessed the change in my community
The jungle i used maneuver through so fluidly, is no longer what it used to be
Where i earned my bones by becoming a factor in a faction of foolery
Because of me many mothers grieved
Unfortunately no amount of apologies can make up for our stupidity
Looking back its crazy that i lived to see myself succeed
Im writng this at 32 i should of died at seventeen
But i survived many things that would be hard to conceive
And through it all i have come to learn one thing
Its how ironic it must be
When we go to war in the name of peace
SquareRootz
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