Poetry

Street Etiquette

written by: OurSacredHonor

All these stuck up rich kids are making me sick
Walk around like they're hard, they can suck my dick
They don't know the first think about livin in the ghetto
Stop trying to play, just say "no comprendo"
You think you're street tough coming outta Hartford?
Fool you don't know the first thing about being cultured
You see a couple black dudes on the basketball team
You say that's a culture shock, what the fuck do you mean?
I've never seen so many stuck up white people in my entire life
Damn man, get your head out your ass, you ain't right
Stop trying to act tough
Cuz your life wasn't rough
Living off mommy and daddy's cash
When you were born they must've stuck the silver spoon up your ass
So come play where I live, just walk down the street
You act like you do here, you're gonna get your ass beat
They don't fuck around, no kidnapping, no ransom note
I live in New York motherfucker! They'd slit your throat!
Running off your mouth like sparks from a socket
Then they pull the switch blade out they back pocket
Don't try to run, there's no place to hide
Their homie's behind you, waiting on the other side
He'll cut you first if you run away
You won't live to see another day
You need to escape, but you don't know how?
Mommy and daddy can't save you know
You're corned by two gangsters, you're dead motherfucker
Shoulda shut your mouth before you called him a cocksucker
You couldn't last a day, you don't know how to survive
Every day in the ghetto's a struggle just to stay alive
I had gang wars and drive bys
You had parent's dough to get high
We had beat downs with hammers, stabbings too
Bitch if you were there, it would've been you!
So be proud and be privileged, ur parents bought you into U of Connecticut
But don't you dare try to claim you know street etiquette

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