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Talkin bout drama
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I met a young brother, how young about eight
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He 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, what's your name, and how ya be
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He said I be soon coming off the currency
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I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
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Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
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He said a condo beats my apartment
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With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
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No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
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That'll eat up the average alleycat
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He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
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I said word, I know and it bothers me
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Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
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How wicked man, seperated
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a nation and got us cold-killin off one another
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(Word-word, to the mother)
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It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
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Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
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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 sound of a shot
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So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
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Could this be the place marked X on the map?
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Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
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So I start 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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Cause everyday you're getting scarier
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*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
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Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
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Talkin bout drama
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Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
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Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list
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From not having shelter, and out on the street
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without a job and days without a bite to eat
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Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
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about some more people that's living on the outside
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Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
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And it took em on a trip for a long day
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Got to the point you started stealing from your house
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Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
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Your family's upset and you've got to go
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When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
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And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
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Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
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Then after you run that game for a while
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You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
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Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
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Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
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Why do you come to me crying the blues?
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About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
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Then you can get straight and be real
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But you'd rather rob and steal
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And that's drama
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Talkin bout drama
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Not wonderama
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But I'm talkin bout drama
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Here what I'm sayin?
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I'm not talkin bout your mama
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Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
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Shaolin fist versus the llama
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Talkin bout drama
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Drama
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The Genius |