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*Talking In The

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The streets of my city be
Young niggaz plenty, and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the
From the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' no religion
Luxury cars, and money got my full attention
teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
They get a second look without them ghetto features
Created so the non pigmentated
caught they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but nobody know the lord
Status depends on the shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the middle of the
Crime in my blood and I a transfusion
Take it how you to take it
I gotta twist and it
it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
and if it comes out raw, and
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 who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the I be saying
You know what might make what I say a little
If mothafuckers judge the one see in the mirror

*Talking till the