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*Talking In The

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The of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no
Luxury cars, and this money got my full
School teachers and the preachers don't know to teach us
They don't get a look without them ghetto features
so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't know the lord
depends 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 twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who it
and if it comes out raw, and
Money's foldable, a hip-hop quoteable
Nobody felt I was feeling when I wrote this shit
this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get for those who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be
You know might make what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the

*Talking the End*