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2009-09-23 23:55

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The question remainz,four hundred years but Still nothing changed,
we still slaves to the games with our minds on chains,
used to whipp us now they strip us down of our pride and rights,
supllying us with guns so jake can shoot us down on sight,
is it right to kill brothas that never did dirt,
plant crack on a man thats goin too church,
take staks from a man that saved all hes worth,
pull gats at ya man cuz he out of the turf,
i gotsto defend my rights and my family at all cost,
if id rule the world would all problems b lost,
i cant comprehend so i inhailin the smoke,
the devil gort me by the choke hold, word is bond no joke,

yo, betta check ya self before you get fliped,
skinny dipped thru the missfit of hell and shit,
we from the streets but the streets dont contrl our souls,
the brain fuckes up for gold if ya let it loose its controll

and sometimes i wonder if its all worth my while,
i dont wanna live watchin behind my back all the time,
i gotsta grind, get bread and shine,
bcuz the youth nowherdays gotta split up theyre fuckin minds,
For all my young ones, whishing 4 dimes in theyre life,
money, them bad brauds better listen up thight,
cuz ya life is like a game of dice,it could flip over night,
play it cool cuz them fools could catch u slippin on sight,
the street watchin, open youre windo and take a deep breath,
cuz lifes like a theft, ya get crossed by the best,

many of them i envy cuzz ignorances a bliss,
like the kiss from the dragons fire, heated flames in this,
seductive, the game could splitt you in half,
till dat half turns to nothing, just something forgotten in the past,
like the cash, (where at) burnt ash,(where at)
thats why i represent the struggle from all my blacks,
nobodys puttin food in youre mouth so yo do what ya gotta.
end up in a cold cell cops chukkle lotta,
you lost fast, cant even recall who you used 2 be,
the plan to see is harder 2 achive than most claim it 2 be,
cold swett from memories that you never should seen,
you got crushed by youre own imagination 2 be,
the one with most greens son he turned out 2 be,
the one who we all lost cuzz of the game scheemes homie.... one



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