Put Matters into your own hands
It's crazy these days
people go where the wind takes 'em
people shootin each other
just cause the wind blowin
racism takes us back into the slave days
those old ways
people try and make you crumble inside
destroy your pride
but you gotta raise up
cause guess what
jesus is on your side
diseases from sex
is what we awake to find
the next day
your first time
don't play with the cards of fate
but you could draw out your own plan
try 'n take matters into your own hands!
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