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When livin in the concrete grind of the hood
never do you seem to hear the good
Days of basketball and playground have
seen their day fade away
With technology shooting from the sky
mind control through video games , cameras strung
out through the hood captures all that is not good
in the hood its our spy in the sky
Radio waves of politicians spewing their agenda, songs
propheysysing bout being a gangasta give our youth
no choice but be propagandinized by materialistic beings
with them dollar bills so that is all our youth is seeing
Violence is the way to go pay me money and I will
put on a show, never mind these are but lyrics, young minds
bassed out to the rhythm that to them is a realistic fact
I need cash so commit this violent act
Nothing to live for but fear I cant escape this hood
There is nothing wrong with dying young be it you or me
this is my reality
