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So let me get down, from my part of town, a king without a crown, hard to believe without making a sound, let's tour around town, seeing all the crying faces, so let's trace this, with the world at its bliss, we missed it with the front kiss, then we dismiss from the side of the hip, ribs showing, the thoughts is flowing, who is my love going to
She's a mystery as time fly past she's my history, and the remedy to find, that's it is a matter of time, that love can compromise these things of crime, that the sun don't shine between in the arts of the ghetto, troubled youth the positive can't tell the truth, the ancestors in the same boat, so you can't see the root, but you have to have hope for the future
The next generation is without a tutor, so they are leaving to the gangs to recruit them, lack of education, when its cool to drop out of school and become a fool, knowledge of life's experiences things that can never picture this, scipture that have verses to teach thought that never can accomplish the remedies if the prophecies, outline dreams off the speech we all need order to teach
Reach for the stars, so I reach for Mars, just to see how my arms can take it afar, debt can't reach the concept to reception to deception, the thoughts of the poverty of lower lesson, waking up everyday is a blessing, so any question, there isn't enough answer with a virus that worst than cancer, the star stangle banner shows the wrath of my anger, 50 states and 13 colonies, don't show the policy that rob me of my freedom, a hidden robbery
arm, leg, leg, arm, head, which means the body, but when you study religion as a hobby, its another a story of bonnie and clyde, so when conflict abide no one can hide, so everybody backslide, and compromise into the tide, so why do we try, when everything we learn is to die, but the surivival is deeper inside of us, we trust in the lust not the love, so the dirt is not under the rug, but the stars we look among
Is the cold weather with the tongue, the heros is more unsung and there most of strung out on these streets, to become more concrete, the internet invasion is more without a tweet, to retreat and that's equals treason from a different season, and we all don't know the season, here the fears that shadows inside my tears, and what do the causes appear, where do you imagine of what you so unsure, that the winter is pure
Lost without a cure, killer with this liqueur, many entreprenuer, billionaires and millionaires that leave the poor, lost the foundation off this irrelevant that we but thought that money is heaven sent, this what the causes that have our backs against the wall, and if you stand tall, the future will leave you appalled, let me install you will a little lecture, that if we learn to give and not take, go to school to become more clever, learn to love and not to hate, we will wake with the leisure of the opleasure to form something better
BUT YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE WHATEVER
RHONE
