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Jul 30, 2002
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Look at the poetry bombardment i started
Intellectuals feeling out-smarted
When they pick up a gun, they'll think twice,
This aint a game, its not the city of vice
This is real, with real cats dying in the street
next stop for them, is a shelf with tags on their feet
If i cant help you, then i will get the next person
I got to stop this, before this plague worsens
little kids bustin caps making money sellin crack
not knowing how to read, but knowing how to breed
hate, that will destroy all, make them want to retaliate
against the system, that raped them
starting all this nonsense and mayhem
so they fight back, and of course they lose
throwin ups sets, and sportin tattoos
folks and people, bloods and crips
buying tight whips and releasing clips
livin that thug life they chose
never gettin out of the crime infested ghettos
thinkin thats their only choice
thinkin that they have no voice
instead of bringing down the community
a show of united hands will bring immunity,
from the fiends and demons that invade,
our very existence, you can put distance,
between you and the botheration
but there will always be killing and player hatin
i cant stop it, but if i save one soul,
then my work is complete, i wish the devils,
go back to hell, and make a final retreat


please give me replies and tell me if u guys like it, peace