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PEACE?
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mXt the street poet peace no longer exists hate and gunplay make this evident racism, malevolence kids screams mimic those made outta kettle lids peddlers makin big bills off addicts and fiends please believe our lives are being seized lost in a sea of thieves, the way of life and how we used to be is compromised by the moguls that we see on t.v. so we resort to melee fist to eye, broken socket, blood stained long sleeves shanks inserted to let souls free unvoluntarily, not necessarily up to he, the victim but he got what he wanted, ironic, huh? parody of the gangsta life, who are we? if your not a real killa than keep the peace you dont need to be a thug to rock a beat and heaters dont gotta be tucked if your juss tryna let your ink sweep no hundred dollar bills rolled like pillsbury, or blackberry carried as long as the truth is being carried |
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