*featuring Kymani Marley
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[Verse One (Kymani Marley):]
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Yo,
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Oh,
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At first glance its like cupid hit,
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Mesmorised by her thighs and her hips.
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So, she went ahead and find a man wit' some chips,
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And left school when she cop da whip.
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Caught in the game,
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Locked in the speedin' lane.
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Livin a life for money, drugs and fame,
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But true love is what she can't entertain.
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And every chance she get she's given the blame.
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Then she askin' why,
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I told she was livin a lie.
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When I told her she started to cry.
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Don't just sit and let life pass you by,
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And I slowly wiped the tears from her eyes.
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[Chorus:]
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I told her to take it slow,
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Girl give it time to flow,
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And from a seed to a flower you'll grow.
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So many seeds on the street,
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No sunshine but always heat.
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And lives are lost at every heartbeat.
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I told her take it slow,
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Girl give it time to flow,
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And from a seed to a flower you'll grow.
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So many seeds on the street,
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No sunshine but always heat.
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Drownin' in poverty and deceit,
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But black roses grow from concrete.
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[Verse Two (Ms Dynamite):]
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He got a family to feed,
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So every night he out on the street,
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Shottin poison to young mothers and youths dem,
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Coz he feel it the only way to keep his peeps on they feet,
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Makes ends meet,
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And gets his own up out of poverty.
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Until one night,
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He came home to find his mother cry,
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she pointed to the floor and he saw a trail of his supply,
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She led him to his room to find his brother on his bed,
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Track marks,
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Needle in his arm and stone cold dead.
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And suddenly,
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They all flashed before his eyes,
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The kids that he sold to,
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And they mothers cries.
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Every child is someones child
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You affa a mind what u do,
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Cos Karma gunna bring the drama back on you.
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Do what you gotta do,
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But nigga when it comes to them youths,
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There is no excuse,
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Our future that,
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We supposed to nurture that,
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Nah lettin nuttin or nobody hurt that.
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Do what you gotta do,
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But nigga when it comes to them youths,
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There is no excuse,
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Our future that,
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We supposed to nurture that,
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Nah lettin nuttin or nobody hurt that.
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Seed Will Grow
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Ms. Dynamite |