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Pop goes the of the weasel
Strapped with an Ox full of
Trapped in the with eagles
Thoughts of ghetto a capellas in
Spilling heavy gospels with

Twisted up, I'm high off the
beyond regions of logic and reason, just being
We so be not so obedient
To society's laws and

Lost in ghetto population
I'm just another face that's
All types of like and hatred
But I ain't going to wait and get all stressed out
I'm just trying to make it and with my

Hell went through changes,
thoughts and rages
Relieved and on pages
My life in cycle and stages
Seen through descriptions in

since back in the days
When was loving and hating
Everyone trapped and two
Caught The with diseases of judgment
That breed the hatred conceived through these scenes
And painted

Now really defines the line of a hater
And what defines the line is someone even
And makes somebody jump that line trying to take it
behind enemy lines trying to make it
Mind in another universe while my physical's on the earth
In inner city mazes

Yo yo yo, lay that down
What is you, a clown? You wanna see a little kid get
Give me two good so I don't smack you
For flashing a gun in my face to get some respect

All in all, it's all and I'm here to protect
You only twelve years old someone'll snap your
You let your pants sag but your thoughts pull up
Mental calisthenics, brains can't push up

Or even sit up to fight for what they in
He about it I said, "Peace, keep breathing"
I see him mumbling shrugging his
He probably cursing but he better

He had a beretta with the rubbed off digit
And I know he got it Carlos the Midget
The only cat I know enough to hustle shit to kids
Him an' his three man team formed eight arm

And they laughed in the face of any of being
and dead
We're all the same ghettos
And these are the same tips that knock nearly out of stilettos
He cocked first, I cocked second and in that second
Both of the burst

Man, this is your fucking chance
Fuck you, this is your chance

and orchestrated from blocks
Where grew up as four lazers we twist mad sabres
Rock the sky jays all day blazes
in these inner city mazes

Relaxing on corners cats stay wasted
on 4-0 basics, you taste it
My life's an oasis, this trife's what I it
Straight through days spitting raps that laced it

I'm just trying to these mics on the stages
Write on these pages life as a scene in amazement
Like I'ma blazing mics until I'm fading
Off of this surface to to my nature

In the meantime, spit and cop acres
Put my fam in it shelter that's spacious
Everyday life yo, is rap in these
I'm trying to make it go slowly

Dissolves in my belly, got me
Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, to take it
But I'ma stay patient watching move made in the jungle
live trying to strive in this struggle

New York of mind, that's the home that I come to
Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in system
Bleeding, screaming,
We needed that scrap for meaning to stay shining

Trying to out of hellfire's and lakes
Brain on another plane through acid rain
That's stress trying to pain
Spit words, not to hurt but to bash your
That's the of an MC wrapped in the vein
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