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When i think of home, i think of a place...

Where them cops circle blocks like hula hoops

Got more brothers in them cells, than in cubicals

System sepreating colors like we do a rubix cube

Even when i go to church, I wear a vest that's bullet proof

 

( WHY???!!!)

.. Cus bullets leave you as holy as the church these days

Why the death of Emmit Till still hurt these days?

Cus so many of our sons getting murked these days..

 

( THESE DAYS?? )

Man... it seem like babies dying before they birthed these days

When i think of home, i think of a place.....

 

Where even the school system is corrupt

When it comes to politicans... truly i have heard enough

Should be shooting for our goals instead of shooting New Jersey up

( BANG! )

 

So many problems in the world way bigger than BOTS

Should be fighting with ourselves instead of fighting the cops

Momma cryin, sons dying, by the hands of a glock

Aimed at ya head

Fountain of youth

Tainted

With lead

 

 

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