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In my hood no one ever sleeps.
Corner boys hustlin
trying to make some doh to feed their families.
The clocker coming from all aspects of life.
Destroying their poor bodies.
Making the corner boys hustle a  little easier.
Yesterday, someone new was on the Corner.
Not knowing that the Corner boys on my block
is territorial.
They wasn't having it, so they took out their 9.
They started a war.
But instead of killing or shooting who they was
trying to, they shot Baby Girl.
Baby Girl is now dead.
The Corner boys are still hustlin.
Waiting on someone to try to take their corner again.
So there can be others, just like Baby Girl.
Taken away because of dumb stuff.
How can the damn Corner boys live with themselves?

(c) 2006 by Students at South Shore School of
Entrepreneurship in Chicago, IL