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"MY STREETS"
by Jermaine Hicks
My thoughts, my love, my paper, my peop's...,
My mic, my homies, my ride, my heats...,
My dice, my crib, my dog, my freaks...
My Brother, James Hicks, who's R.I.P...
My God, my queen, my dreams when sleep...
My wisdom, my knowledge, that runs so deep...
My freedom, my fight, Malcom X's speech...
My sun, my moon, that's under my feet...
My ghetto, my slums, my drinks, my sweets...
My nuts, my word, I'll always keep...
My lyrics, my style, you can't compete...
My fro, my dress code, that's so unique...
My soul, my anger, I must release...
My tightest quotations on the M.I.C.
A born outcast, the real Black sheep...
and to the whole world, because the
world's my streets!
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Jermaine Hicks #760638
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