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Seven, Neighborhoods, and Four Corners
By: LCDIII  

 

At age 7, I’m finding out what corner I live
A corner with a neighborhood that watched what I did
In groups, we play around being mischievous
The neighbors tell our parents, so no more believing in us 

Neighborhoods where stories get told about slaves, whips, and chains
And how our parents… grandparents were put through so much pain
When canes were talked about, it would be ones that beat you
And friends would remain friends even if they mistreat you 

At age 14, I’m placed on a corner to rep
Seven years changes a neighborhood; now I have to watch my step
In groups, no playing around; don’t let that money stop
The neighbors see what we’re doing, so they call the cops 

In hoods where stories fascinate us about big whips and big chains
‘Cause our parents… grandparents… Hell, we didn’t learn a thang
When cane’s talked about, it’s how it’s cooked into rocks
And when friends cross friends, that’s when we empty the glocks

At age 21, I’m on more corners than just one
Terrorizing neighborhoods from the power of a gun
In groups, no playing around; give me everything you got
If the neighbors see what I’m doing, then their a** is getting’ shot 

Stories I can tell now ‘cause I got big whips and chains
And our parents… grandparents rolling in their graves in shame
From cane, I’m playing women just in case one I have to ditch
And the neighbors are being quiet ‘cause they know we’ll kill a snitch 

Age 28 is finally here and four corners I got locked
Where, my neighborhood, whenever out, yell, “50 on the Block!”
In groups, passing messages in the form of a k***
So, the neighbors that tell…there’s nothing in sight 

Stories being broadcasted about slave whippings while in chains
When our parents… grandparents already went through the same
With 70 years, I’ll need a cane if I do my mandatory time
In here there’s no friends; just neighbors, four corners, and brothers that rhyme…