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Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 6, 2006 21:22:45 GMT -5
Wrote this one night when I couldn't sleep...
So much happened in these past five years./ With all the bloodshed, so much pain, and many tears./ Yet all these rappers, and writers, actin like they some thugs./ But if they really was, you think theyd rap about money, sex, and drugs?/ Theyd be rappin bout gettin right, better off talkin bout the bible./ Lettin off about religion, all about love, guns, and survivol./ And last year, one of my niggas done killed somebody. Was a young dude, wanna act so rude, but he didnt wanna feel that shotty./ And this year, one of my girlfriends was raped, and them niggas burned her./ So when I sent that mail to jail, young nigga was talkin bout plottin that murder./ Now pay attention, nigga.../ Cuz I aint that type that be knockin on wood./ Cuz its hard tryna hope that the shits all good, when you know that theres wars in hood./ So I brace myself when I go to work, and I tryda stay on my feets./ Gotta make my pay in a better way, cuz I gotta make it off these streets./ And lord if I can make it through next month, without goin to prison./ I swear to you, and all the jews, that Ill become a christian./ But just incase it dont work out, tell mama that I love her./ And all my peeps out on these streets, Ill see you all next summer./
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