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Gang Life: In The Words of Gang Members

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You seen me before, you known my name, i was the quiet kid callin, tellin you to stay, you told me you were grown, you had probs of ya own, you couldn't be bothered, told me I should go home, but i stayed on the blocks, cuz i thought you'd come back, i thought you had hope, but i only see black, an last night i saw ya ghost, i saw the slim outline, the beautiful face, hands on her waist, bearing a light shine, a glow like the moon, her weaves got me consumed, lost myself in her energy, I knew it was you, it's been almost b years since you left that night, an every night i would dream that i held you tight, one last time, i would climb the roof, stand on the stoop, while i waited on you, now i see ya ghost, an she stares in my eyes, lost in a thought, but she don't realize, we held love in the past, an she died in the struggle, an she's matchin my glow, even though it's so subtle, this time i stepped up, quiet no more, i said my names Jey, now they call me sandstorm, i write an i flow, an i been waitin to tell you, you died so young, an created a deluge, pain an sadness, you fell so deep, then i kissed her goodbye, an said it's fine to sleep, a slow white mist crept around behind her, she cried on my shoulder, an others stood beside her, saying goodbye, i reckognized them all, she walked away slow, rain started to fall, then she whispered goodbye, an disappeared in the squall, an i walked inside, an put my head on the wall-