Watch out

Living in the south,  you need to watch out, it gets real,  when you Living in the field,  people get killed, lil kids is stuck in the middle, wars over  blocks, young boys running from the cops, they shooting at their opps, bullets get to flying, body's start to drop, they don't care about the cops, crime at a high,  the beef will never stop, pulse the time the judge giving out,a hundred years in the pen,that's a nuff time, to figure it out, some do it for the clout, in till they find out, in the south they will put you in a place, and that's were you will stay, locked in a cell, its like  being in hell, looking at them walls, now you no its real, everytime I think about it, it gives me chills, im not going back, and that's  a fact, im on my grind, trying to find, the right  state  of mind, so I leave the streets alone, keep my head up high, and my mind  strong, im in my zone, I dont talk on phone, gossip talk I don't  condone, I talk to the lord  when im all alone,Living in the south,  you need to watch out, it gets real,  when you Living in the field,  people get killed, lil kids is stuck in the middle, wars over  blocks, young boys running from the cops, they shooting at their opps, bullets get to flying, body's start to drop, they don't care about the cops, crime at a high,  the beef will never stop, pulse the time the judge giving out,a hundred years in the pen,that's a nuff time, to figure it out, some do it for the clout, in till they find out, in the south they will put you in a place, and that's were you will stay, locked in a cell, its like  being in hell, looking at them walls, now you no its real, everytime I think about it, it gives me chills, im not going back, and that's  a fact, im on my grind, trying to find, the right  state  of mind, so I leave the streets alone, keep my head up high, and my mind  strong, im in my zone, I dont talk on phone, gossip talk I don't  condone, I talk to the lord  when im all alone,Living in the south,  you need to watch out, it gets real,  when you Living in the field,  people get killed, lil kids is stuck in the middle, wars over  blocks, young boys running from the cops, they shooting at their opps, bullets get to flying, body's start to drop, they don't care about the cops, crime at a high,  the beef will never stop, pulse the time the judge giving out,a hundred years in the pen,that's a nuff time, to figure it out, some do it for the clout, in till they find out, in the south they will put you in a place, and that's were you will stay, locked in a cell, its like  being in hell, looking at them walls, now you no its real, everytime I think about it, it gives me chills, im not going back, and that's  a fact, im on my grind, trying to find, the right  state  of mind, so I leave the streets alone, keep my head up high, and my mind  strong, im in my zone, I dont talk on phone, gossip talk I don't  condone, I talk to the lord  when im all alone,

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