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zuò qǔ : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO |
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zuò cí : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO |
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Time and time, a brother asks why |
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The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch |
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I said " Simply because I don' t live that wayStill kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"" But that won' t sell, cause you gotta keep it realso that we can feelwhere you' re coming fromBecause these streets is ill so if you ain' tkilling niggas in rhymesyour whole sound' s just bubble gum" |
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I said " I won' t contribute to genocide I' d rather try to cultivate an inner sideand try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mindThe devil and his army never been a friend of mine"" But niggas don' t wanna hear that shit" said the brother |
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Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out" murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts |
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Of our kids' heads |
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Shallow days, you never wanna |
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Let a brother be a brother |
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Fully inner to the outer |
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Caught up, and all them hollow nights |
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Can' t escape cause everywhere that |
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I lookPeople frontin, and it just ain' t right |
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I said " Don' t you know the powers that beare using people as pawns, devouring weuntil they see us all gone and outta the scene" |
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And as I passed the chronic, he said " look at where I be, I tried to get a job for real, But all my homies hit licks, and rob and stealand keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch groundthis way' s in, plus who could you trust?" |
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I said " I' m all about protecting mine, but neglecting minds be getting left behind. Why don' t you change your environment?" |
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He said " This is all I know, plus my fam' s all that I got, I can' t go" |
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I said " You gotta make it for the fam"" Damn," he said " I didn' t make the ghetto, The ghetto made the man" |
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I said " You' re more than just that," |
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Shook his hand, said " Damn, you gotta find a wayTo break the devil' s master plan, peace" |
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The word peace is just an expression |
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Used to say bye when it' s time to jet |
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And them red black and green medallions |
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Was all just part of the trend, |
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I guessHardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more |
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Instead of that gold, gats |
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Inspiring gangstas and macks |
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Who at the young age of four |
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Be seeing more drama than war veterans |
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Instead of learning |
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God' s laws |
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And hiphop is a voice who we enlist at |
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To express how we be feeling about this and that |
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But music does reflect life |
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And kids look up to what you' re portraying |
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And mimic what you act like |
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It' s time for a new day |
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An era in rap, conscious styles, |
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Makin' them aware of the happenings |
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But their ears seem more steered towards |
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Selfannihilation so many might laugh |
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And write this off, like |
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I' m out here just |
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Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal, |
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Something they can' t feel, while they keep yellin |
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Murder murder murder, kill kill kill |