You Say
You Say that you sell drugs,
and hang out with a bunch of thugs.
Hard and rough,
trying to be tough.
Getting in trouble
in packs of doubles.
Shooting and killing
you say its thrilling,
writing on walls
and fighting in halls,
You say you do those things,
you say you're just trying to be mean.
What are you trying to prove?
It's nothing but a bunch of moves.
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