livin in the city.
miss the ghetto shhwagg.
the cornman, accepting food stamps.
keepin it gutted.
fuckin wid da narcs.
chassin dat one armenian kid on his bike on a daily jus for the fun of it.
playin 3 on 3 touch football [ok to tackle if next to the curb wher the grass is]
playin tag at king middle school 2 in the morning taggin each other wid eggs.
bike rides threw griffith park mtns. all threw hollywood,thai town, den right back to the strip.
gettin all the jordans at the swapmeet
makin money by all mean,
feedin each other when we wer hungry after a long day of skatin or playin ball.
the mexicn truck wid the fresh fruits n veggies.
goin to all the shows for free.
taken the 180 busline to the galleria.
smokin herb wid ur friends n relaxin wid music,
makin runs at the liquor store for them chocolate brownies,
saturday sunday bball leagues.
i can go on all night about all the good things i miss growin up in the city.
its peaceful out here in west covina.
but its nuthin like the city.
goodnight.
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