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[Manuskript]
They say that he is pretty gifted...Ambitions'll make a difference
Both parents taught him the scriptures, but still he run with these n*** s
That drink 5th's of every liquor, refer to women as b*** es
Hates lettuce but smokes that spinach...Degrees, but inexperienced
If you witnessed every winter he sat down and had to witness
At a business that his visit won't guarantee a position
But...Push these pens and pencils, ya raise'll come in a minute
Make a killin' on commission wit raw up in someones kitchen
If he went with that decision, he'd enter into to system
Be the SAME OL SONG THEY SING with blacks in prisons
21 thru 27 the number of the sta-tis-tics
Thats why he just keeps his distance...The streets are too unforgiving
It done ate his closest n*** s...The notes the they sung was different
INSTEAD OF KEY OF G...The B-Flat up in inside intenstive
Gettin carted in by medics who say that the killing senseless
But the SAME OL SONG WE SING when we see stretchers
Will it ever become better when turnin' in our weapons?
Till then I'll sing this song everytime that they get arrested...It's the...
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