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They got in a cold position, never seem to unwind, the disposition my prescription fit the scene of the crime, but in the end it's bout a dollar, cop and blow meet demands, the same reasons Marvin hollered, makes me throw up my hands, as they deploy another soldier someone cries on the floor, maybe his brother, or his mother young boys dying make war, like most I used to run the streets, now I know knowledge is wealth, so many covered under sheets, cause they lacked knowledge of self, I hear the lies come out the jaws of those who claim to be right, the ones who pass these racist laws, claim for the people they fight, like a gang protect your soil, where you hustle and eat, like a gang they bang for oil, kill and hustle the weak, lord knows I try to walk in faith, watch what I speak as your son, I hear so many speak of faith, some even speaking in tongues, while the pastor pass his plate, no time for speaking to bums, where I'm from the kids got rifles, not concerned about life, cause Larry Hoover got disciples, they not worried bout Christ.
Andre Thomas
