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Even police won't stop at red~lights
You don't want to be caught alone at dead~nite
No punches, only lead~fights
People seem to think bloodsheds~all~rite
It used to be the only thing I had known
Detroit city my sanktion, my home
A place where cops don't police~streets
And the streets always defeat~the~weak
The only jobs to do are hustlin' and left
Couldn't wait until the day I left
But for the years I was embeded in its poverty
I vowed it would never devour me
Murder still prevelent like its mandatory
Wishin' we still the Mo-Town glory
No wonder itz still called Amityville
Cut It'll drive you to insantiy still
Lookin' for feed, and yes I know itz short for a verse, I'm workin' on 2 more bars
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