by David Velazquez
I am a hoodlum,
Gangster at heart,
My streets and me,
Can't be set apart.
These are my homies,
Known as my dogs,
When there is beef,
It's them I call.
This is my gun,
Known as my piece,
Just cross my path,
Your life will cease.
I sell my drugs
To get my loot.
Some you can...