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Teens

Teenagers are messed up

Sniffing stuff up

Wearing their pants low

Walking so slow

Carrying a gun

He hopes for a hit and run

But some kids are good

Not all are from the hood

Some like to have a son

‘Stead of dying like one

Trying for the peace

That isn’t a gun

The caskets eatin’

Those who were beaten

The gangs are tough

It’s getting kinda rough

But not all kids are bad

Most have a dad

Committing triple homicide

Then a double suicide

Don’t want to live

Rather die than give

  But some kids behave

Not treated like a slave

they walk with swag

Carrying not a bag

For the old lady

Even down in Haiti

But not every kid is dumb

Most are brighter than their thumb