| Step up to this! |
| Witness anger from this raised up fist. |
| The
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| Hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. |
| Well
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| Whose fault is it, and who’s to blame? |
| Well, I’m pointing my
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| Fingers at the ones who set up this game. |
| This is what you’ve
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| Given us and that is what you’ve taken. |
| Jail won’t cure your
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| Given disease; |
| You are straight mistaken. |
| Child to child
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| Blood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it’s
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| About to blast! |
| It’s gonna be on fool! |
| Cuzz it’s about to
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| Blast! |
| Mind control and it’s fading fast! |
| Huh world cuzz it’s
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| About to blast! |
| Children crying and bullets crack! |
| Yup cuzz
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| It’s about to blast! |
| And it’s aiming at you, so what are you
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| Gonna do? |
| Give it to 'em! |
| Inner city erosion, political racial
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| Explosion. |
| Mental repression fuels that murder rate’s explosi-
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| On. |
| From canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they
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| Got you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. |
| The system fuels
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| That anger — the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 —
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| Bloodshed from your timebomb. |
| You making a move on me? |
| Fool
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| You better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it’s
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| About to blast! |
| It’s about to blast! |
| Boom. |
| Another dead young-
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| Ster on my block. |
| Look in his face, politician, when a gun
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| Blast makes his body drop. |
| Your system killed him; |
| mediocracy
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| Handed to him, statistical product. |
| You and the concrete made
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| Hime useless. |
| Incarceration institution; |
| 5×7 corruption;
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| Kill his mind is how you do him. |
| Realize as they de humanize
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| Our lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in
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| Their eyes. |
| Welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli-
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| Cation of the generate crutch. |
| Clear the way for defective
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| Maturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct
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| Lies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. |
| Social-
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| Ly declared obscene application of reconstructive formula
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| Fool! |
| I’ve had enough of the blood rainfall on me! |
| 818 — 213 —
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| 310 about to blast from that time bomb! |
| Boom |