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summertime should be a joyful occasion
too many degrees sends these n*ggaz in violent rages
no youth programs kids in the streets doin everything
crime on the rise teenage pregnancy on a swing
I'm staring at the world through 3 inch thick bullet proof glass
watching my step or it will be my last
on a still quiet night I hear a shotgun blast
speeding police cars pass
helicopters light up the sky and shine in my eyes
searching for a suspect who is armed
let loose the dogs sound the alarm
this is no story tale this is
real cops real n*ggaz real blood real kill
how long is this war gone last?
too many n*ggaz too many guns too much sun
leaving too many mothers without their sons
never knew what they could have become
if they had lived longer to become men
too many gone too many left to sing that
"IT'S SO HARD TO SAY GOODBYE SONG"
too many under a stone
Officer what did I do wrong?
just black walking home
I wanna scream leave me alone
I'm sweaty and hot I'm trying to make it home
I'm not a suspect what am I suspected of
writing my poems and speading hood love
my rage lets loose like a 12 gage
I'm not made for a cage
deep in the trenches of ghetto life
trying to get through another ghetto night
too much hurtin nothin certain
take up arms protect what's yours
lock your window and your doors
ghetto wars is not a game you bye at game stop
these are real gangstaz these are real copz
no " GAME OVER"
this shyt won't stop
this aint a rap song this aint hip hop
It was hot that night that's why I shot
