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*Talking In The

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The streets of my city be
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no
Many die on streets of concrete, from the heat
From under the seat, niggaz tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day with no religion
Luxury cars, and this got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't what to teach us
They don't get a second look without ghetto features
Created so the non rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the and say it
Save the monsters, but don't know the lord
Status on the baddest shit you can afford
And at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a
it how you want to take it
I gotta and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the who fake it
and if it out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, a hip-hop quoteable
felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
Broke this shit, but ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those who don't get a
To advance, and dig the I be saying
You know what might make I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the

*Talking till the