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(Real Nigga)


Wanna keep you alive Let's monitor the vital signs The world was never designed For the "Real nigga" to be on the rise or incline They only suggest the Ominous future The Real Nigga must maintain to remain Our survival is crucial The streets check your heart But for the world we must remain to play Our part Prefer us to breathe over another black family to grieve Black men act myopic Who has the mental capacity or fortitude to induce the stopping. Our pulse and respiratory rate is dropping Once they kill the mind can be too long before we flat line In recollection What did you leave behind? You didn't lead,  you're dead and you left your children blind Your whole life will play again through them in rewind Sergio W
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