 Sure I do. I'm from the streets where the hood can swallow a man. Bullets will follow a man. There's so much that you can run to slalom. And cops comb the top to bottom. They say that we are prone to violence. But it's home sweet home. Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome. Prices up and down like it's Wall Street home. But this is worse than the Dow Jones. Your brains are now blown all over that brown brome. One slip you are now gone. Welcome to hell where you are welcome.