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I OPE EYE


Picture my city in flames, the smoke clouds the vision

Children in your building getting hit with ammunition

ever stop and listen? choppers and sirens

apocalypse now, metropolis crowds colliding

No body minds it, so everybody gets hit survival of the illest got us all on a lick

and that's all we get? just a taste of the lavish

'til you end up getting hemmed locked and celled up like a savage

stick up kids and murder madness,

my block must have seen it all and still we're blinded

 

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