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Air filled with scents of grilled meat Melodies of R&B, rap and jazz penetrate my street double dutch, and freeze tag is the game of sport momma makin sides, dad yellin from the porch aunti's in her cups and puts on a show while the elders relax and shout "dominoe!" Families aware of the neighborhood young and feel responsibility for everyone Lights out times up they riden thru hide ya babies lay them in the tub shots ring out form that Chevy on dubs We live in your turf I thought this just meant 31st I didn't know that I was on the battlefield where gangmembers live and innocense is killed Didnt know that my clothes made me suspect just wanted that new red outfit Should of known that these guys were villians mistaken for misguided civillians No No you do not scare me rather die than live in your reality No I'm not scared of you and your hot ones your mini glocks and your tommy guns Just scared of the fact that you are our future The ones I will have to work harder to make up for your slack The ones that I will need to carry on my back Thanks for making my streets unsafe thanks for the cries of childless mothers Kudos to you for murdering my brothers Much love to our future providers You have let me down my race down humanity down That alone divideds us Thank you gangmembers for using military weapons but not to defend us not to protect us Only because you fear us! We will light our grills and play our songs Kids will still play in our streets and steer clear of wrong We will still celebrate our life and always feel the need For my young black brothas are a dying breed I pray for you my brother to take heed and to be that one that breaks the creed We need you young brotha when the world says we do not. We need you young black man to raise your children marry your women and keep grub in the pot. We need you young brotha to do what God has chosen for you to do Lead!!