Never Go Home Poem by GodBody O.G

Having an understanding was beneath me
until I overstood how deep the streets be
I'm parlayed with the bosses and banged with soldiers
put work in on the block and ran a click of dojas
down for my neighborhood riding for my colors
hung out with young thugs who grew to be brothers
seen death first hand, friends and enemies
now I pray that there's a heaven made for G's
I am no longer plagued with dreams of the dead
since I dug the anger out the depths of my head
wondering what's become of my old roaddog
knowing that the streets are undergoing a slow clog
reminiscing on th old days and the streets I used to roam
But those days are long gone and I can never go home