RHH: Rate/Hate/Annihilate my verse?

Welcome to the gritty scenes of New York,New York
Where dope fiends, scheme to get cream just to shoot up in the dark
Stalkers stalk, police hold heat, and the streets they walk
And the crackheads is scratching they nose
And chicks running around actin a hoe, what up with that hun?
You you said you'd be something positive, now your prerogatives to feed ya son
Where are the values or lack their of? where kids strive to be a Notorious BUM
Instead of workin up a BIG dream, where they can live comfortably
Where you could lamp out relaxin, listen to the smooth sound of the sax saxin
sporting designer clothes, but ya turned now ya sell rocks straight off ya stove
And now have to sell dope and scheme, not going day to night praying for cream
We all had plans for everything to flow smoothly, but that was the past
But things change fast like the slow flow of a river
It speeds up now things differ, and that dream starts slippin
Know you out the river and the E&J ya guzzled got ya mind flippin
The dreams have all faded but the realities aren't
Ya lived in the flow of the past know the ya can't deal with the current

it's kinda sloppy i know but, i just wanted to post it to post it.
 
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