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As underworld figures brawling at Crown Casino. A court's been told the fight broke out as an alleged hitman was celebrating his birthday. Two young constables were raised to hospital, but they were dead on rivals. Both of each shot in the head, then right down. I go to the streets in my cityscape littered with pics and other six year old kids at the clinic with a needle stick. Junkie Fox, do you have veins in the back lanes? Pipes are nice, turn a nice pipe to crack slave for gaps. Spray in a cafe in broad day. Good walked that hallway, but rap was my forte. I called it a worst, so it kept me on the real and narrow. Nighttimes, writing rhymes, days, wheel and barrows. I kept my head up off the rise and tide of wet when my bestest was best to time inside. You're dumb shit, pull guns to prove funds quick. A couple hunks ain't worth the twenty months my done did. Hating to spend the pen with grown men's stone killers and bluestone fences. Hold him in. The beast's belly with the thief selling in cheap telly. Slept with a chivalry. They're ready in a cheap bedded. The trades. Homeless zone in a prone few days. All hope soon fades when there's no two ways out this system. Kids watch your mom on the night again. Straight past the stop. Hop the cut off the cup again. A cup of beer and street sweeping for drunk use. And drug mules are getting me. Cleaving in run throughs. Best some boobs in a not so safe house. Hedged out in the couch instead of watching for steak outs no. Stayed out looking in for the most part. Betaled smoke a copy of tier lawful assault charge. Saw some blowhard boots of hand and loan sharks. But they ain't show you this side of the city on their post What's good music family? Happy Wednesday, man. I hope y'all doing good. Hey. We on our international tour today, man. We starting off in Australia, man. Shout out Trim. This was tough. I ain't gonna lie like the beat. I'm always just happy to see golden era type hip hop in other countries. I'm from America, rank. So seeing this type of hip hop in other places is just cool as hell to me. It's like seeing a foreign car. Like, oh, shit. Look. They got them here too. Shout out Trim, man. This is called Animal Kingdom. This artist is from Sydney, Australia, but spent a lot of time in Melbourne, and he talking about the streets of Melbourne, man. And I look. Ain't it crazy how, like, everywhere in the worse, it's just crazy shit going on, man. Shit tight to me. Music family. How y'all feel about this? Shout out Trim, man. Let me know how y'all feel about this, and I'm posing them comments before we hit the next location.