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John is a youth growing up in the ghetto. |
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He never trouble no one. |
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He went to school, and was taught the rule, |
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Of how not to be a fool. |
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He knows the streets the corners, and the lanes, |
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Where pebbles just a shower like rain, |
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And with all of that he wasn't involve, |
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For that's not his problem to solve |
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No, no. no, no, no |
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So he walked away, away, away |
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And headed up the road |
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There he met his brethren |
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So they start to reason |
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About what was taking place |
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Right in front of their very face. |
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Terrorist crawl in |
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And it's a awful scene |
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Blood and fire, vapours of smoke |
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And I know that's not a joke. |
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See it a gwaan down the lane |
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Watch how the people them a run up and down. |
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All over |
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Two man make a dip |
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Then they ease the tool off their hip |
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So they release the clip |
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Shot start fly |
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Man and woman a run up and down |
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All over town |
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See it deh now |