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My Ghetto AKademia
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ZeNith (Rap)
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He walked down the street, black feet meet cracked concrete In somber rhythm. Black hoodie on. He knew the neutral hues Red or blue, the goons would get him Timberland boots would tread him Mabe they’d shoot and dead him. Who knows? Through cla**room window I spotted him Downtrodden. I had forgotten to Check the cla** roster ‘fore I’d gotten in Picked up the coffee I bought and sat behind the desk You’ll never guess who walked in next. The same kid who I Saw before, looking depressed I asked, “How should I address you?” I told him William was cool, but I didn't want to be in school Where all you do is raise your hands high just to end up outside And working at McDonald's drive by Like cousin Tay when he stopped by just to get shot in a drive-by Bye bye cuz. But why did he rep the blood? It just flooded out his system, and I'm supposed to read Twain when I miss him? While y'all trying to get As, dudes out here have AKs But they don't make it to 22. mama caught up with drugs too At the 7/11, she probably don't know I'm 11 Going on 12, trapped in hell, can't inhale, but I'm gonna fail Saved by the bell A week later, sitting down grading papers William’s was missing. Said he’d just pa** it in later He skipping cla**, ain't seen him in awhile. I heard he acting wild Been doing things that ain't befitting of a child I heard he run the block and hold a Glock And sling the rock and blast at ops I wonder how far he’s dropped Into the lifestyle that only leads to blood I wish he would pick up his books But maybe he’s too far gone Maybe he’s too far gone I'm in hell, but I can inhale cause I'm out now Forget this school sh*t, last time they’ll see me around Found a home away from home. N***as might get shot in the dome But I’m not alone Roaming the street with heat, my Ashy black feet meet cracked concrete Sold crack to my moms last week Sold my soul so I could feel whole Holes in my shirt, distressed, stressin' in a situation Cause the homies contemplating Saying we getting into shenanigans Say we gon go round this corner again To blast some other group But when we got round to the stoop Sh*t through me for a loop Pigs came from 'round the corner Surrounded us in the border And ordered our hands up High to the sky, Why? We ain’t do no crime Just give me a peace of mind For I give you a piece of mine Trying to test my G? please Before I let this 9 squeeze And you ops bleed free When I shoot your top “So f**k 5 and what y’all say!” Last thing I said ‘fore their lead sprayed I couldn’t tell you the last time a saw him It’s the end of autumn. Bet he got caught up in something awful But I got a schedule to follow. Hollow my mind of all his sorrows I’ll check on him tomorrow. I think I’ll make some coffee today Walked to the teacher’s lounge, picked up a cup from the tray Look on my phone for something to play. I heard a conversation tucked it away I heard the principal say “His name was William, and he got caught up in the fray.”
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