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Journey to a land that's kind of like The Walking Dead,
where people's actions strictly happen quick from off the head,
where different kids with different daddies share the same old womb,
the ones who've lost their way out here are just the same as you.
Come travel with me to a land where dope fiends walk the street,
so focused on that hit they don't care how they talk or eat,
they don't care how their children act but know that talk is cheap,
The Cunning Linguist is your guide so come and walk with me.
Step into a land; gotd@mn the murder rate is high,
instead of going out to chill you're better safe inside,
your residence; it's evident that bullet play is trife,
you might not want Netflix and chill but it could save your life.
Come look into a land that's filled with h3lla attitude,
these guns are out here spittin like propellers at a dude,
there ain't no bouts adoubt it that you better watch your back,
'cause ain't much left to life though when a psycho s the strap.
Learn about a land where education ain't a plus,
when innocence turns ignorant the place is dangerous,
it's better to evacuate and flee to parts unknown,
than have some misaimed bullets come and tear apart your home.
Some folks are more than willing to pay up so damn the cost,
I think it's just not worth the effort 'cause the land is lost,
with summer fast approaching there must be some kind of way,
to get things back on track or we will die to find a way.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
