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m putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young

the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats, now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around, check the history books, son Black leaders die young

character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, son

that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and I wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the

never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other

rings Fly from sure kings from queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young

Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours

out here, pumpin' the name Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it Fat bankrolls in my pocket Call me 'The Dirty Rapper', I'll say, "Sure" But I'm a young

cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends" A: The other day my father said, "Son