Cuzin`s
Steert is all you no
Gangs is all around
From all sets
Crips, bloods, Latin king, Deciples
There all about the same thing
You was my Hommies
Locked up your not anybody hommie
Oh no wheres my hommie
Family no family hommie no hommie
Your my blood cuzin but you put da steert first
You was my family
You was all i had
You took the bullet out da chamber
you was my hommie
locked up i called
I needed my hommie
No where to be seen
Thats my Cuzin hes a hommie
poem by Aynton Clemmons
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