Streets of my city. <br />That’s a pity <br />I can’t go to meetin’… with ya <br /> <br />There be streets of gangstaz and creeps <br />There be somebody kissin’ lips <br />There be dark of deeps <br />And ya must get a clips. <br /> <br />Russia be country <br />Where ya mustn’t fear gangstaz <br />Russia be country <br />Where be betta to fear cops <br />Cause ya know <br />They be like a dogs. <br /> <br />They ain’t like gangstaz <br />They be type of monstaz <br />Ya think ya know police, <br />Ya think they be givin’ ya cheese, <br />Yeah, but this cheese from ache <br />So taste it please. <br />I wanna blow my trees <br />A little, just to blow <br />But they said no: <br />Ya must feel row <br />It be just russian law. <br /> <br />I wanna be with my babe <br />I repeat: maybe, maybe <br />I be get a money of my neighbo’. <br /> <br />This death's dealla <br />be my killa <br />and I stilla <br />wanna strike <br />Hate ya cop, <br />ya ain’t fella <br />Ya be phat <br />without bike. <br /> <br />Ain’t ya my brava <br />And know only my mava <br />Bless me to cava… <br /> <br />If you are brave and strong <br />If you are cocky and long <br />Try to understand this slang <br />And go to Russian night streets. <br /> <br /> <br />It is devoted to guy who has been killed by employees of Russian police in 90th years <br />(this poem with elements of Ebonics)<br /><br />alex andreev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/streets-of-my-city/
