Go to school boes.

The bog slum peat acres rocked.

You a’int only about fourteen.

You getting in the bog scene?

Like you happen now i’ been from long ago.

A year is a long time to hold.

Make money, get green, get paper, get cash.

Fallow’s bog slums have boy’s truant hiding young criminals.

Til’ you graduate you stack for them boe’s.

Fallows, my Fallows, Bears, my Bear’s stab.

Get your’s right, kid, we will have the look out nook crooked making a crock pot.

In Fallows bog slums real boe’s blast.

You the young boe, you have to wait to get up with us.

Til’ you move stacks, then tag, flash, if you have the need, boe, slash.

Boes, my boe, was only a fourteen year old.

Lygs pointed his steel at a young b.

The Enforcer’s automatic rifle blasted boy in the head.

A young boy killed by the governing police oppressed in a bog slum deep.

We demonstrated in mass.

Cogsville held a deal of series with violent protests for the injustice my young boy had.

When he stood there like the young boy in a bog slum he didn’t know where we flash.

Lyg shouted order, order of execution he rules through his helmet from close distance pointing the automatic rifle out at a young b.

My boy only fourteen got shot in the head by Cogsville’s lygs.

They lyg killing us with oppression.

They say law right, bog peat the scene is dead.

Boys bled deep bog’s alive green rights of pale white’s in slums going to school with truancy.

America lets lygs blast us.

The education in deep bog slums is poor.

The boes in my gang can count up on us with large stacks.

My boe’s rise against the wage oppressor in bogs where we take our rights back.

Acres are tagged in the mob.

I hear screams, you don’t know ’em, family had problems with mom’s and dad.

I had love.

Only more pain came to pass.

We were pale folk living in bog slums, South, deep.

It was in the deep bog there was nothing else we would have.

Fuck a lot of nothing.

I got into the Bear gangs.

My deep bogs had gang lands.

Bear scene’s protect my people in a slum land where bog deeps slash.

Criminals, I know real killers, illicit trade dealers, who rip flight, Dragons, Bloods, Crips, G’s, Bears will slash, tag boglands, stack up, flash boe gangs.

Bog peat raised me the Bear I am.

Money in the bog slum got me up when I was the young boe.

My Bear slash guns.

Peat bogs is dangerous deep.

I got up in with Bear boe’s.

We boe’s livin’ good.

Televise, digitize, peat life got a kid into the game.

Bears is in fame.

Enter my crime family empire.

Run from the PO, son, they’ll do you.

Run from them opps who’ll down you, kid.

You gon’ drown in the bog deep water rushing, rising, tiding like the time you’ve had.

A bog slum will clown you, b.

Run from the deep bog.

You live.

Fight boe’s with the bog right you’re taken by.

Don’t run from them, again.

Get yourself lost in sight of a pale fog.