City Of God.
Growing up,the last resort of hope lies in a bag of green
And using that means the only passage way to your dreams
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As a child,being raised was different from the outside world
I was stuck furled in a clog of dirt,waiting to be unfurled
At a young age,i was always shook,being awared of the crooks
Being told in the back,is where my eyes should always look
Walking with my father i took a glance at a group of people
My father straightened his stance as tall as a steeple
He told me to never look at them,and took me back to the apartment
Threw the groceries on the carpet,and carried his musket
Than i had a feeling that something was about to go wrong
My heart beat was strong repeating faster and long
He budged outside the door pulled the trigger and shot
The men i stared at knew who he was and my dad,the target caught
In an awkward silence my mind was spinning,didnt know what for
All i remembered than was blood,a man,and my tears on the floor
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As a teen i had went through alot,i made my ways into bad
Still remembering to this day what happened to me as a lad
Walk through the ripped doors,right into the church room
On right side flowers bloom,and on the left the flowers tombs
Me and the rest of the gang had finished the weed package
And an already diminished cocaine given to the mens trackage
I grew up to be something i was told not to be or looked at
I was a killer with no remorse,and i didnt even know that
Suddenly a burst of bullets hit,and some of us take it
We blow out the lit candles and hide in the burned pit
A sudden flash back,i realize this pit,my father layed in
I try to get back to helping my group and get shot and pinned
My mind starts to hurt and twirl and get too many past memories
I had crossed the same path of death my father had into their territory
Flashing colors in my eyes,the sight suddenly gets all blurry
I try to regain back to my feet and duck deep in a hurry
Than regaining my sight i see a man over my body hovering
A gun held in his hand,rest of the group starts running
I realize i grew into a devil,i realize i was nothing but a monster
And i am about to be killed and die to be my own fathers killer
As soon as i try to catch my last breath,my fear grows bigger
I try to speak up,but than all was left was a click,than trigger...
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A story about an urban city in New York.Where being one of the convicts is the only way to getting out of there.Once a holy and gracefull place,destroyed by criminals turning it the opposite.
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