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Joan Davis: |
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Just another victim |
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of the... victim |
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of the ghetto |
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Just another victim |
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that's how it goes |
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ooh |
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GZA: |
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Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day |
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Adolescence workin for small pay |
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World so little, he could never leave his block |
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His home full of riddle, so he always need his glock |
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He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smokin |
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Young wasted minds, fiendin on dimes, cokin |
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Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools |
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out of many, down the streets be more safe than school |
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There's no diploma, that can break him from the coma |
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A bloody war in the country, the youth hungry |
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On the corner, hyenas amongst me |
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Yabbin bout the stories, they be hearin, always swearin |
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Can't even spell the shit that he be wearin |
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Caught up in the silk web of material |
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Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue |
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The young is lost at their own cost, dreamin |
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Screamin how we never hold positions, that's the meanin |
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Brothers of murder victims share the same grief |
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The elderly shake their head in disbelief |
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and no relief came till I aimed |
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And blast one shot and left my name |
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The GZA... *echos* |
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Joan Davis: |
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Just another victim |
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of the... victim |
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of the ghetto |
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Just another victim |
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that's how it goes |
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ooh |
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Njeri: |
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My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks |
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On torn down blocks, drug spots set out their shops |
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And cops watch, innocent niggaz roam in flocks |
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Romanism in tops, papers and knots |
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Churches and liquor stores on every corner, plot to get money not |
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Some funny niggaz act like they could pop glocks and those who can't cop |
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Sisters givin up ass a lot, brothers givin up cash a lot |
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They be strugglin to become someone because their parents not |
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Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle |
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When the devil uncivils society and die free |
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With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks |
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And wrists the God is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch |
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And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a lexus |
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Ice on everythin from rings and braclets to the necklaces |
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Children molested within these pest infested buildins |
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Thieves uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilins |
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It's peelin off, but all I see is lost black babies callin |
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"Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" |
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Joan Davis: |
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Just another victim |
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of the... victim |
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of the ghetto |
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Just another victim |
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that's how it goes |
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ooh |
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Just another victim |
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of the... victim |
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of the ghetto |
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Just another victim |
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that's how it goes |
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ooh |
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Just another... |
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Just another... |
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Victim of the ghetto |
