Brooklyn

I Live in Brooklyn that’s full of traffic
I hear people running and laughing.
I smell smoke where ever i go, When i step outside at night I hear gun shots where ever i go.
But i was born and raised here and i have to stay her even though brooklyn is not the place I wanna be.

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