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Krazy: A Gang Poem

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Krazy by The Kryz

Krazy,

is crawlin,

through the streets,

Brawlin,

with any kid,

who thinks that he got a problem,

ive met that kid,

but my homies shot him,

wronged him,

when i could have taught him,

bout hittin rock bottom,

when ya murder an robbin,

krazy,

is killin,

livin with villains,

dying as children,

but we think that we chillin,

but this aint livin.

Krazy,

is knowing,

going as the winds blowin,

kicking beats an flowing,

watchin ya boy die,

an let go him.

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thats so sweet and sad it makes you feel bad for people like that . its AWESOME…

twyla brown says...

October 5th, 2009 at 10:47 am

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