THIRD EYE
(yea they see us but they dont want to approach us,
they scared of us matter of fact they sterotype us
dont know if we'll harm them or charm them
Young men of color which let society structure us to the bad and the evil
we know right from wrong but only WE know what its like to be poor,
we dont want no struggle we dont want no trouble
and we definitely dont want to be harbored in a cell
Yet the street is what made us but that aint the way to go
Cause if we do we'll end up like little Tommy who caught a bullet to the body
We have to prosper and conquer any obstacle even if its foreign
We live and we learn, we fall and we get hurt
But at the end of the day your only a winner if its you who remains
View life from a third eye and dont be afraid
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