The murder of a teenage life
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Fire from the cold steel
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The heat from the brights
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The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath
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The murder of a teenage threat
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The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar
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Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf
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Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks
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The murder of a teenage chief
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My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be
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Hungry belly jamma busts off easily
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Balloon bang. POP!
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Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok
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Colder than a pimp glock
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Aim shot, the frame drops
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Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop
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Take not life in vein
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And how the preacher was saying
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Remember!
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Anyways they laid him in a stray box
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Dark suit and gray socks
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The neighborhood is all distraught
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Candles lit the stoop at the park
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Where the family and students are
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Confused, in awe
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They gape into each others arms
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IT? MURDER!
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New absence from a mothers arm
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Even the warmth from the mother? arms
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Couldn? keep her son from harm
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From standing where the gun was drawn
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Over come, done and done. He? gone
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MURDER!
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Shells fell like a bell that rung
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Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged
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And by the time it took the medics to come
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The breath eased out of his lungs
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And his soul eased out of the slums
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And the voice eased out of the drums
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The sirens through their ears, they sung
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MURDER!
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Telephone wire, sneakers hung
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MURDER!
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For the Black and young
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MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!
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And the Aves they from
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I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON
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Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on
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Where hustlers stretch the yay long
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And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on
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Flip it over and make more
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Where the blocks are yellow taped off
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Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft
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Where the pressure just stays on
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But the lights and the heat don?
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The place where you witness the true power of street folk
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And that? where I? coming from people
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High post, low key
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Eighth, o-z, and kilo
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Law man, dope man
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Adversary, amigo
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Preacher man, pimp hand
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Both folding their C-notes
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A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People
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Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in
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Slap the devil? hand to make the fucker stop reaching
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Murder Of A Teenage Life
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Mos Def |