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I used to think Hip Hop
could save my soul
then it went and changed clothes
now I don't know
it's like I'm froze
trying to thaw out a thought
it sounds funny
the movements not the same
when I was young
everything was in cross color
the blast master was a righteous teacher
the radio knew more than preachers
back when rap could reach us
now everything is egregious
it's more then rap but rap was once
a voice we could follow
down a path and find ourselves
now it's leading our young to
an early grave 70 BPM
on the highway trapped by
the flow traffic moving too slow
purple fluid on the floor
confused don't know which way to go
pumper to pumper rush hour
jealousy among artist
the rise the fall the Carter's
the instigators the ish starters
there once was love in the city but
ain't no love in concrete jungles
