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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
One I got asked in my English exam to described the view from my window

Submitted: December 07, 2008

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Submitted: December 07, 2008



Drug dealers in the house to the left of me

Drug dealers the house to the right

There kids in the middle

With gun lust and knives

Purple bally’s rapped tight

With hate in the eyes

The smell of week drifting high

The red eyed gangsta ridding by

On there push pedal bikes.

Kids dieing young

In our neighbour hood

Makes you wonder

What’s been miss under stood and

where’d you get your guns

with blood on the floor

And bullet holes in the doors

And gangs in alleys ways

Cashing up shop draws

Kids not knowing there chest plates

Just trying to put Derbz on the map

Repping in each others zones

Dieing for reputations and fear

Life’s of guns and jail

For kids in this neighbour hood.

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