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Posted: Tuesday September 28th, 2004 01:36 |
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Pernicious kids toatin guns brooding around dark streets/ terrorize the masses/ bustin at reticent police/ "yo" the police man said put up yo peace/ hell na cop puttin down my boy wit yo heat/ Man I am hungry and I tried to get a job/ but that same dude complaining about the streets that own that store on the corner he said he aint got no positions/ all I got is this gun and this crazy knowledge I have/ devil whisperin in my ear/ I know that I should be dead/ Yo teacher stop putting that crazy talk in my head/ I aint gone be nothin when I grow up/ Man you better off dead/ Because I roll wit a bunch of outkast thats hurtin inside/ walkin down the streets stumbling from the tears that flood our eyes/ oh hell naw preacher/ I aint goin to hell/ I got fire all up inside of me, look at me exhale/ 12 years old/ I am trying to escape reality/ these visions that I see they keep on residin in side of me/ Yo pops stop hittin mom/ damn N****r get a job/ I cant believe that you call yo self a man/ and sit down and watch my little sista starve/ Shoot it bout to happen again.....................inhale....exhale....damn im hypervenalatin or what ever the hell they call it/ Shellshocked byh society/ rockin the masses wit this glock.
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