this as real as it gets u have only 1 chance 2 get down with this Hustla life click we puttin it dow for the 2k9 - death poetry,raps it go down up here in louisiana all in homer,grambling (G town!!!!!!!!!!!) man all over the 318 go head post a comment oh yeah their a poem on the blog every week.so put your $h!t down. whats up cousin rep your hood but throw your rag in my face i'm go beat your motherf*c*in @$$ but rep your hood put it doen sight my guestbook and send a faw notes out da hill of grambling outta louisiana our set call hillside hoovas/hustlers we keep it real and rep our hood i'm also out the moc mt olive crips and 109 south pine rollin 60's hustlein is all i can do hit the streets and and grind all day long but as i hustla i spend nothing just try 2 get rich watch my friend and foes keep it g and stayin real but as real u r they try 2 bring u down stay on your grind mnd f*c* cop and friends cuz they be the one to let u have it
sinner prayer-------- As i walk down this road,i find my ways gettin old, and you the only one can fix it. i give my life of sin 2 my saver,and ask him to forgive me. for i am tired of livein like a thug.I no longer wanna be a G, i dont wanna kill or be killed,free me from my jail, Its hard living like a thug,No hugs,stright mugging, and slags,smokein weed,and selling drugs, just 2 make ends, i even throught my gang love me and always have my back, But i know now u have my back,and always keepin it real, i was caught up in the street game,so i cry out 2 you, and ask you 2 wash out my sins,and clean out my soul, No longer i wanna be in jail, cuz i'm a thug, or kill someone over some money,or the color they wear, i no longer wanna be the thug kids look up 2, i wanna see them make they family proud,I ask u 2 forgive me,change my life around, i ask of u 2 protect,and teach me your ways, in your name i pray amen.
