You're Not a Shooter. You've Got a Nigger.

i remember when i used to tell peer abe li yo, where you live. Tis just mad, little problems. Dhat come or this, or just, i felt uncomfortable being here. So they'd look at you like you he don't really belong here. You get em sayng, so s is really, really orolsid. It ain't even that. E, no, niggers willy be thinking like, i'm safe here. You was safe till ou got the bread. And that's the partt really takes one person to ni u. One, one penn, you ain't a shooter. O, when you from a certain hood, they