Is the kid that stays on the street worse than the neighborhood’s stray cats

is Scarface.
The kid who isn’t afraid to throw up his gang,
is the ringleader,
ready to call up his bros who show up like ghost.
They put other kids to shame, that’s
just their little game.

The wild teens across the street stay
posted up with they team
Ready to fight all day and night.


A gunshot goes off and
They all start runnin’ while
the cops start comin’ and
someone’s blood starts rushin’
out their wound.


The scar on his face was from last summer,
but when its hot like a desert this summer.
And Scarface’ll be waitin’

He ain’t afraid of nobody,
But when you come around Tilden…

Jus beware of somebody


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