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*Talking In The

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The of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never no pity
die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends
Trying to eat, day to day livin' no religion
cars, and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers know what to teach us
They don't get a second look without them features
Created so the non rated
Pornographic caught they children the words and say it
Save the monsters, but nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest shit you can
And look at me I'm in the of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I a transfusion
Take it how you want to it
I twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the who fake it
and if it out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop
Nobody felt what I was feeling I wrote this shit
Broke shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those who get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be
You what might make what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the

*Talking the End*