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I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem |
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The Genius... Digi... |
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Sing it 'em to real quick, yo |
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Like to keep my head up to the sky |
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And ask myself, why, it has to be this way |
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I'd like to live my life in peace |
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And have, not to worry about |
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All the drama, I can't take |
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Cuz we strive for luxury |
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And try to feed our families |
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It always seems that someone seen our way |
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I met a young brother, about 28 |
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Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight |
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I greeted him, and struck a conversation |
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To see if the youngster had some self motivation |
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Peace brother, whats your name? How you be? |
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(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency) |
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You mean gettin' paid? |
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Yeah like my man's brother |
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Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother |
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You know a condo beats my apartment |
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With no lights, no gas and backed up rent |
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No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats |
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That'll eat up the average alley cat |
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(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like) |
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Word O.G. that bothers me |
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Plus I'm about to be a new father, G |
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(We need to wise up and change the hood policy) |
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Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man? |
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Why you not out there trying to make your own plan? |
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See we are a victim, of a situation |
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Where a wicked man, separated the nation |
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And got us killin' off one another |
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Black on black, they pit brother on brother |
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It's gettin' hot, hotter than July |
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See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky |
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(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot |
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I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what) |
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Is your neighborhood a trap? |
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{Could this be the place marked X on the map?} |
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(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery |
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So I strive to seek for a better salary |
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So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area |
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{Cuz everyday it gets scarier} |
