'Good Kid, M.A.A.D City'
Growing up I did things I shouldn't have did, but that's a part of life, we live and we learn, and we grow from our mistakes. This poem also goes into my childhood when I would sneak out and run the city with my friends, being a young rebel.
By D'anna AaronPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Good kid mAAd city crazy kids
drugs in my back pack
Running from authorities
a rebel with dreams and hope
Drained mind drained eyez
Fallen lives
liver dying
damn I feel like I can fly
Sneaking outta windows
running the city knowing I'm getting my ass whoop
Momma don't play that who gone save me
We scream slizzy $esäon
Good kid mAAd city
Percs in my socks a dub in the other
My heart can give out if I don't start caring
I think I care enough
Good kid mAAd city
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D'anna Aaron
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