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The only way to deal racism if you're black

Well, seven in the I woke up to jog
out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran I to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour summer?

Well just that I heard, "Stay where you are"
Before I could I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the like I was hurt
Then a cop jumped out with a smirk

He said, "Ah boy, you better watch you run"
As he my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I do nothin"
He said, "What's that you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, why were you running down the street?"
At this I had stood to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face his gun
I with it so

On the ground was a bottle of
I broke the bottle in his Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup, well, I had the
And began to act up with

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with racism if you're

I threw down the gun and began to run
I got back in no time and the nine
First I took two clips and then I two more
I went out the window by now they were right at my door

I three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick
It went like a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops all over

I jumped out the escape down to the street
And I started to run you know I couldn't my feet
I was weak, I to myself "Holy shit"
My had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but

There's no to stop, no time to explain man
I'm in too deep with this everyday game
men are judged by their clothes
Black are looked at as hoes
So I as one of these niggazs
Can only rely on the sound of a trigger

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with if you're black

Well I staggered down the to an old bookstore
Called 'The tree of life', yo D it there no more
But when it was boy I was
'Cause in the basement is where they me

I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a quick
I stayed a and escaped in a truck
by two guys, Rakim and Chuck

"What the fuck" I asked as I there
"How many do you drive a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty it's an everyday
When willing to sing a song"

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal racism if you're black

Peace and love to DJ Larock he's in here still man