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Man down Man down


Man down man down
Screaming catch an opp whack an opp to the gun sounds around town
Bang bang
Here's the Story of a black box put in motion to attract thots and ugly woman asking god to forgive them for their sins and to help then to begin to blend truth and reality within.
I mean a man doing childish acts like pushing bullets in backs and Lying to cats just to get the cat and begin to stack and pull the trains or tracks out the harlets hair
No need To beware but just stair because no one cares if you make it to the stairs and climb up high to the almighty god and evil but here's the story of a man staring through the peep hole... 
17 with a pocket full of hopes and a sawbuck dime bag to help me cope with the thrusting and the strokes that tote along the lonely lines.
Yett im not to Devine to know I see the signs of the homeless man on 79th holding signs wondering why the system pushed him off the line known as no child left behind.
Bang bang
Lyrical syndicate with the rhymes that get u listening glistening blood splatter catch a batter yeah in the moonlight I am blacker 
It's funny how in Merica skin tone is a factor, along with the bleeding hearts bleeding faster and faster and wondering why after the blood pumps and pumps....
 it stops.
I mean drops to the surface of the undead but living waiting to be forgiven for sinning and find a new beginning but a black man has no place in this place of living 
Until he's dead.
Extinct. With the eyes glued too the actions of the negro. 
So I ask you...who's watching you?
Big brother he's watching you 
No matter a fact it's a fact that 25 teen murders since the 1 of 2013, teens and Tweens told to be someone they only dream to be, but can u be?
It's apparant that after C comes D but I can't C to be the lost future that starts with a D or a deed but I mean Death.
Stop
We say we Finally Living but we not living well because a cage is a home and a cell is a jail. 
I mean no one can tell if we all just left but it wouldn't be right if a dark monster was let loose at night but are you scared?
Would u be if I told u I was a monster in a demons body trying to embody my body just so I can feel as if I was somebody? Damn
Whipping around town wondering what's around
Band bang
Chicago loves them gunsounds.
Another body down but pull the sheet back and Look who we found. 
Kevin Ambrose just another man down .
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