Inner-City-Kidz

Close my eyes and think to a live, sitting on on the stoop of my crib it’s weird, we had the “Our Gang Shit Poppin off bring it back to date, a couple are gone. Anyway, we was tight knit, mixed with, spanish and black kidz inner city youth, colorblind even though we fight and clash, we’d get past the nonsense with no grown folk intervenin’, we conscious do it on our own with Caution punches are thrown, but an Hour Later we talking… Oc- Getaway