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He wouldn’t do what U see U want,
Mainly being told from the elder brother,
Holding rank from what U want,
That he knows elder would react on under,
As the lion romes around waiting for someone to devour,
The king of the jungle,
In conjugation,
The elder of the plunder,
The ghetto at times are only for the residents,
But expand it to the entire city it is an enablement,
Controlled by the lion and his Christian elders,
What goes on in the ghetto stains in forever,
A small town with ghetto on the brain,
Centered around the lion and elders of the gang,
Where do I put my child to see of this porch,
Knowing brother will pull rank and setup what I sort,
If it was really in the ghetto, the madness of condemnation
Would turn on the lion,
Many of the elders would hide rock in surprises,
But this is not your slum or Section 8 of the big city,
This brother is a hero in comical entities,
An exercise monitored in for post-nuclear age,
Serving the master deed for cage by cage,
It is the trappers that drive U to extinction,
Diverse, multiplied, predictable inclinations,
The remedy is exercise on the floor,
Until one day you can see you can sore.
